Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jessica Brockham

Having babysat the delightful Laura several times now, and taught her how to masturbate, then lick the nectar from her fingers, I was quite thrilled when Sandra asked me if I would come round again this coming Saturday evening. I was looking forward to seeing Laura’s lovely body again, and had already decided that the next time Sandra invited me I was going to get Laura to lick me. Apart from tasting my cunt from my own fingers, she had yet to experience the thrill of going down on a girl herself.

Arriving next door at 6.30 that evening, I was surprised to find that Laura had a friend there called Mia for a sleepover, and the thought of seeing two lovely eleven-year-olds in their night clothes sent a shiver down my spine. Laura is a natural blonde, whereas Mia has curly dark hair, and together they looked divine, both of them very pretty, and both having long coltish legs.

With last minute instructions about seeing that the girls had baths before bed, and telling me that they could stay up until 10 PM only, Sandra left for her date after telling me she had left a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge for me, and laughed, saying,

“I think you might need it by the time they go to bed; they have been so mischievous all day, but in a fun way. Good luck,” she chuckled.

With Sandra out of the way, we all settled down to play various games together, then watch some TV. Laura kept smirking at me as we sat side by side on the settee, with Mia on the other side of me.

Once again, it was a hot evening and I was wearing shorts and knickers with a loose, strappy t-shirt top and I slipped my arms round them both as they cuddled up to me. This being the first time I had met Mia, I kept my hand on the top of her arm and kept looking down at her budding breasts, which were a bit bigger than Laura’s and I could see her little nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse. My left hand, however, went to Laura’s armpit and I gently stroked the outside of her breast, watching her nipples become harder through her t-shirt and seeing her face light up as she looked at me; I just winked and said ‘Sssh!’

Mia was engrossed in the television programme she was watching and Laura wriggled herself round so that she almost had her back against my side and placed my hand on her tummy. Knowing that she would love it, I slipped my hand under the hem of her t-shirt and started stroking her breasts, with their growing nipples becoming hard under my fingers and making me quiver with excitement as I felt my own nipples getting hard as well.

Eventually it was time for the girls to have their baths, and Laura suggested they get in together, so I went upstairs to run the water for them, calling them when it was ready. Now, I fully expected Laura to parade naked from her bedroom to the bathroom, but was quite surprised when Mia followed suit. Like Laura, she had a lovely pert little bum and puffy pussy lips, to which my eyes were drawn as she came into the bathroom. Discretely I stroked Laura’s bum as she passed me, and was looking at Mia’s breasts, which were bigger than I expected them to be, crowned with their lovely pink nipples.

Both girls got in the tub and were washing themselves, while I sat on a stool watching them, getting more and more excited while I made sure they didn’t drown one another. Then Laura asked if I would wash her back. When have I ever needed to be asked twice by a luscious young girl? So I knelt beside the tub as she turned round so that her back was to Mia, and she gave me the soapy sponge, soaking me in the process.

Giggling, she said, “Ooops! Sorry Naomi, I guess you’ll have to take your t-shirt off now and let it dry; we won’t mind, will we Mia?”

Her friend grinned and agreed with Laura, so I slipped my t-shirt over my head, wondering just what she had told Mia about me.

With my breasts now bare for the girls to see, and seemingly delight in, my nipples instantly became harder, and I slowly washed Laura’s back, all the way down to her bare bum, while ‘supporting’ her with my hand on her chest and playing with her soapy nipples. She looked at me and grinned, as much as to say, This is fun, and Mia doesn’t know what you’re doing… or at least that’s what I thought.

Laura rinsed herself off and asked for a towel; I passed one to her, and she said she was going to get her nightie on, heading to her bedroom. Now Mia asked me to do the same for her, and knelt in the tub, passing me a soapy sponge. I put my hand on her tummy and started to wash her back, when she asked me to wash her bum as well, which I did, then she asked if I thought she had nice tits, and I told her she had, a bit taken aback by her question Too much temptation now, and my hand went to her gorgeous breasts, rubbing her lovely small nipples as I dropped the sponge back in the bath.

“Mmmmm,” she said, “Mummy washes my cunny too, then she licks it when I go to bed.”

“Really?” I asked, a bit shocked, “and what else does your mummy do to you?”

“Sometimes she lets me suck her nipples and play with her cunny too,” she said. “You have lovely tits, Naomi.”

“Oh thank you, sweetheart,” I said, “and you have a delicious looking little cunny as well.”

And with that, I cupped my hand over her cunt and slid a finger between her lips, slowly rubbing back and forth, and feeling my own juices wetting my vagina and my lips, as Mia leaned forward and sucked my right nipple.

God, I thought, now I have two eleven-year-old little sex fiends to spend the evening with. Now, as much as I would love to have both of these delightful little girls naked in bed with me, I didn’t know what Laura had said to Mia about me, and felt that the more people who knew about me and Laura, the more dangerous things became, so I gently drew away and said, “I think it’s time you got your night clothes on sweetheart, while I clean up and, then you can come downstairs for an hour, okay?”

And Mia agreed, stepping out of the bath and grabbing a towel before heading for Laura’s bedroom. I finished cleaning up the bathroom and was about to go downstairs, when I heard giggling from Laura’s room, so I stopped to secretly eavesdrop, wondering what they were saying. It appears that Laura has told Mia everything we had done together, and that I had made her come by licking her cunt, and Mia said that was what her mum did to her too. Then she told Laura that I just been rubbing her cunny and that it felt great!

Oh dear, I thought, now the cat’s really out of the bag.

Laura said, “I’m so jealous Mia, but I know Naomi likes to play with mine too. Maybe when we go downstairs we can have some fun together, and she’ll do it to both of us? I wish we had a rubber thingy like your mum has; the one she sticks in her cunny until she comes. That sounds like real fun.”

“Well,” said Mia, “I bet your mum has one as well somewhere.”

“You go down and keep Naomi busy for a minute, and I will go and have a look in Mum’s room to see if I can find one,” said the little madam.

Having heard their intentions, I smiled and thought about Mia watching her mum using her dildo and making herself come; I imagine all of us big girls have one, and I sort of hoped Laura would find Sandra’s. Before they could catch me, I went downstairs and sat on the settee, still topless because my t-shirt was wet, and waited for the girls to come down. By now of course, my knickers were well wet, and my clit was quite erect, but I was still uncertain about having sex with both of them together. So I grabbed one of Sandra’s blouses off the wash pile and slipped it on, leaving the top three buttons undone.

I soon heard Mia come tramping down the stairs, and asked her what Laura was doing. She craftily made an excuse that she was brushing her hair, and sat down beside me. It turns out that Mia had forgotten to bring a nightie, and had borrowed a long t-shirt from Laura. I say “long”, but really it just came to the bottom of her little bum and hardly covered her sex at all, so I was well and truly distracted by the sight of her when she sat down, as it rode up and left very little to my imagination!

Mia grinned at me as she saw me looking at her delicious little cunt, and said, “We were hoping you would still have your top off, and that we could have some fun with you.”

“Oh, were you now?” I asked, “and what sort of ‘fun’ were you thinking about?”

“We were hoping to kiss your tits,” she said, “weren’t we, Laura?” This said as Laura bounced through the door wearing a very short nightie, and whispering in her friend’s ear.

Mia grinned and nodded at Laura’s whisper, and I guessed from the delighted look on her face that Sandra’s dildo was now in her daughter’s possession.

Laura sat down beside me. “Can we please, Naomi?” she asked, stroking my leg. Her touch was making me shiver with anticipation, as Mia started to unbutton my blouse, grinning at me all the while. I did nothing to stop them, just lay back and let these adorable nymphets have their way with me.

Having unbuttoned my blouse, between them they slid it off my shoulders, and I lay back to enjoy their attentions. They each took one of my very hard nipples between their lips and sucked them, both of them running their hand up and down my leg as I stroked both their delicious bums. I put my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of their tongues and lips on my nipples, and the touch of their small hands on my legs.

I was soon on the verge of orgasm when I felt one of them trying to undo my shorts, while the other one stroked my bare tummy. Opening my eyes for a second, I saw they were both naked, and saw Laura trying to pull my shorts down, so I lifted my bum and let her carry on, when I heard Mia say,

“Oh, wow, Laura — she hasn’t got any hair down there, just like us!”

“I know, silly,” said Laura, “she shaves it all off. Look how lovely and smooth it is.”

With that, Mia parted my soaking wet cunt lips and thrust her little fingers in my vagina, causing me to gasp and bite my lip. Within seconds, I shivered as I flooded her hand and felt my juices running down to my rosebud, as Mia said, “Oh look Laura, we’ve made her come.”

Laura replied, “Good, maybe now she will make us come too,” and giggled.

This was just too good to be true… I just had to have this pair of beauties. Telling Laura to lie back and open her legs, I stood up and kicked off my shorts and knickers, before kneeling and burying my face in her little cunt, tasting her lovely nectar. I thrust my tongue into her, then licked her clit until she moaned, grabbed my hair and had a delicious orgasm as I sucked her clit, then licked her clean.

Meanwhile, Mia was behind me and finger fucking me until I told them to change over, and I licked Mia until she had a really strong orgasm. Her cunt tasted divine as she let her honey flow into my mouth, and I was surprised how much there was, and how pronounced her clit was; it was heavenly to suck, making her orgasm roll on and on.

When we all calmed down, I went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving the girls on the settee. To my great surprise, when I came back downstairs I was shocked to see them both on the settee in a sixty-nine position, licking and sucking one another’s wet slits, Laura’s fingers buried in her friend’s cunt. I stood watching until they both had another massive orgasm, and found myself feeling both jealous and severely aroused.

When they finished with each other and looked up to see me watching, Laura grinned and said, “Did we do that right, Naomi?”

“Of course you did, sweetheart,” I said, “you both had an orgasm, didn’t you, and you both enjoyed it?”

“Oh yes!” they said in unison.

I then told them that, as beautiful as they both were to look at, and as much as they excited me, I thought it was about bedtime. Reluctantly, they nodded and agreed to wash themselves before getting into bed, and bent down to grab their nighties before going upstairs, giving me a lovely view of their naked bodies.

I was still naked and feeling quite horny as they went upstairs, so I decided to lie down and masturbate, remembering the way those two little girls had made me feel, the taste of their cunts and the sight of their nakedness. It soon put me over the edge, and I had another wonderful orgasm, rubbing my erect clit and thrusting my fingers into my very wet vagina. Then it was time for me to calm down and, grabbing a towel, I cleaned myself again and got dressed.

I had settled down to watch some television and was lying on the settee sipping a glass of wine, when I heard a muffled scream from upstairs.

Oh my God, I thought, what have they done now?

Heading upstairs, I was just in time to see Laura race into the bathroom, Mia followed, looking quite pale and with blood on her hand.

Fearing the worst, I asked Mia “Oh, honey… did you cut yourself?”

She burst into tears, sobbing, “I’m s-sorry Naomi, it’s all my fault ’cause I m-made Laura get her mummy’s dildo thingy, but I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

Instinctively guessing what had happened, I cuddled Mia and told her everything was okay, but to go and wash her hands downstairs in the kitchen.

While she was heading downstairs, I knocked on the bathroom door and called Laura’s name, before trying the handle to find the door unlocked. Entering the bathroom, I saw Laura sitting on the toilet and looking a bit shocked.

I knelt in front of her lovely naked body and asked if she was okay, and she nodded. Taking a flannel, I wiped her hands clean of blood, then washed her tears away, and asked her to tell me what had happened.

Apparently Mia had been playing with Sandra’s dildo when she had pushed it into Laura’s cunt, saying that was what her mum did to her, and that it felt good. She said that she felt a sharp pain and then there was ‘all this blood.’

I cuddled her and kissed her head as I tried to explain about being a virgin, what that meant and how, when you lost your virginity, your hymen was ruptured which gave some pain and some blood because it had been torn, but that it was quite natural. Having reassured her, I suggested she would feel much better after a quick shower, and that there would be no more blood.

She stepped into the shower and washed her little cunt, while I went to check the bed and make sure that Mia was okay, which she was, and I explained the same thing to her that I had explained to Laura. There was some blood on the bedsheet, so I stripped and re-made the bed, throwing the soiled sheet in a fast wash, then cleaned Sandra’s dildo and got Laura to tell me where she had found it, so that I could return it.

Going to into Sandra’s bedroom for the first time, and opening the drawer in her bedside table, I grinned when I saw that she also had a strap-on, and was glad the girls hadn’t decided to use that instead; the dildo was only six inches long and not too big around, whereas the strap-on must have been eight inches and quite fat.

Chuckling to myself, I returned the dildo to its rightful place and went into Laura’s room. Both girls were sitting up in bed cuddling, and Mia was apologizing to Laura, who said that it was all right and that I had explained things to her, and told her that it only happened once.

With that, they kissed and made up and I sat down on the side of the bed. Without saying anything to frighten them, I explained again about losing your virginity — something that Mia had already experienced, thanks to her mum — and assured them that everything was fine, and that now they could enjoy playing with the dildo without fear of hurting each other, and if they were gentle, there should be no more blood.

“But not tonight girls, okay?” I said, smiling, “If you want to play anymore, use your fingers instead.”

I went downstairs to put the sheet in the tumble dryer before Sandra came home, and to spray a little air freshener to mask the smell of sex, leaving them cuddled in each others arms and staring to get sleepy, relieved that they had both put their nighties on again.

Maybe next time, I told myself, I’ll get Laura to lick me like she licked her friend Mia. We shall see…

 Continue on to Chapter 3

By Cassandra Blue

{ This poem was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2011 }

Sometimes I want to be
that little girl again
full of life and innocence
daydreaming by the window
Mrs. G’s class… room 124
fifth grade
waiting for the bell
so I can walk with Jenny
back to her house
and steal a little time away
from the world
before it takes me
where I’m supposed to be
instead of where I want to be

Jenny was my best friend
for lack of a better word at the time
at ten… eleven… lesbian lover?
I didn’t know much about it then
or what to call it
but I knew how it felt
to lie on her bed
and kiss her lips
and touch her body
in the right places
and look into her eyes

We did it so many times
I forget now
but each time special
summertime whenever
after school
on sleepovers
teaching her things
she didn’t know that I knew
or how I knew them
like licking her little bud
until her pleasure soared

we knew so much
without knowing about it
and maybe it was better that way
just being, not thinking
feeling without questioning
it was right and good
even though we had to hide
maybe because we had to hide
because you see
the world was what was wrong
and didn’t deserve us
Jennifer and Cassandra
two little girls in love.

By 1000 Monkeys

Twelve-year-old Beth sat cross-legged in white pajamas at the foot of her bed, stunned by what she’d been watching on the large flat-screen television across from her. It was early Saturday morning and she’d set her alarm to wake hours before her parents, eager to learn more about the secret club she’d been invited to join yesterday by Trisha, a popular girl in her sixth grade class. As the new kid in school, and eager to fit in with her small town peers, Beth had immediately accepted the offer and agreed to an initiation dare – without first knowing what it was.

In order to film herself acting out the dare, Beth had been given a small digital video camera with recorded instructions and proof that other girls in the club already had done the same thing. It was only this morning watching the first video that Beth finally learned what the club was all about and what she was expected to do. Little had she known yesterday what she was getting herself into!

It turned out ‘The O Girls’ was a preteen sex club, and the dare was to ‘show me your O’ – film yourself having an orgasm. So far, Beth had viewed only the first of the three proof videos where other club members performed their initiations. She’d watched spellbound as club leader Trisha, appearing about a year younger than she was now, undressed and masturbated to a graphic orgasm right in front of the camera. Not only had Trisha looked perfectly comfortable taping herself doing this, but she even seemed to relish the idea that others were going to be watching her come.

Beth, on the other hand, was feeling extremely nervous about the whole deal. Trisha’s video had been both mentally and physically stimulating in ways she’d never experienced, with her pubescent body’s rampaging hormones and a previously unrealized attraction towards girls fighting to overrule years of traditional upbringing. Although Beth had always considered herself completely straight, witnessing young Trisha’s self-confident sexual exhibition had given her a soaking wet crotch that said differently.

Her mind soon latched onto the idea that she really had no choice about joining, and she should just make the best of it. Trish warned me I couldn’t back out… and these girls are so damn sexy anyways… would it really hurt anyone to just give in and have a bit of fun?

Feeling more comfortable after rationalizing her ‘unavoidable’ situation, Beth reached out to start the next recording and found her hand trembling with excited energy. Taking a deep breath and attempting to steady herself, she selected the next file and pressed play.

When the picture flickered back on, Beth saw another girl’s bedroom, this one decorated with a white unicorn theme. It was daytime and the room was a mess – the bed was unmade, books and papers were piled haphazard on the dressers, and rumpled clothes were strewn on the floor.

Beth heard someone clear their throat off-screen just before a petite brunette with her hair tied back in a ponytail stepped into view. It was Johanna from her sixth grade class, one of the popular girls who always hung around with Trisha. She was rather pretty with a round, freckled face, large green eyes, prominent cheekbones, and a cute, slightly upturned nose. Although Johanna was short for her age, Beth thought she tended to carry herself with a slightly snobbish air of maturity, like she knew something you didn’t. She also tended to dress a bit scantily, often showing up to class in low-rise jeans and tank tops that revealed her bare midriff, much to the teacher’s consternation. On the recording she wore a plain yellow t-shirt and simple stretchy blue tights – not her usual type of clothes — but Beth figured she didn’t plan to stay in them for long.

“Hi,” said the brunette a little hoarsely, rocking on the balls of her feet. “Um, of course my name’s Johanna – I like Jo – and I’m eleven and three-quarters. I just finished fifth grade a coupl’a weeks ago, so I guess I can say I’m in sixth grade now. Um, well, I never thought about making something like this before, but after learning what the club’s all about and seeing those amazing hot videos… I think I’m in love!”

Johanna glanced around as if someone might be nearby, and stepped closer to the camera, her eyes sparkling as she whispered her next thoughts. “To tell you the truth, I just know I’ll fit right in ‘cuz I’m practically always horny. Like I usually can’t get through school without coming at least once, sometimes right in class. I’m always real careful, but I’ve almost been caught a few times. And now that it’s summer. I’m doin’ it like four or five times a day… I mean it feels so good, why wouldn’t you want to come all the time?”

Her face blushing red, Johanna giggled nervously. “You know, I’ve never actually said this kinda stuff out loud before. But it’s different now, since I know I’m not alone. You got no idea how excited I am to finally get to share all this with other girls just like me – it’s so fucking hot!”

Beth had to admit that it was comforting to know there were other girls her age just as horny or even hornier than she was, but just what was actually going on behind her during class? Maybe there were some added benefits to sitting in the last row.

Stepping back from the camera, Johanna reached under the bottom of her t-shirt and grabbed the hem. “So, um, I guess I should get undressed now,” she stated tentatively, standing motionless for a second before lifting her arms and pulling the shirt over her head. Underneath she wore a plain white training bra. But as she removed it. Beth saw that there really wasn’t much reason for one just yet – Jo’s breasts were barely little cones sticking out from her chest, topped with small brown nipples.

Looking down at her chest Johanna cupped the puffy little buds in her hands and squeezed, massaging the developing tissue. “I really hope these get bigger soon. My mom’s got huge floppy boobies, but my big sister is kinda flat and it really bugs her. I hope I take after my mom, ‘cuz huge tits would be so much fun… and I could finally show up sis.” Johanna pinched her nipples and pulled them away from her chest. “Grow, damn you!” she exclaimed with a laugh.

Johanna stuck out her still-clothed pelvis towards the camera and wiggled it side to side, causing her thin tights to cling suggestively to the folds and creases of her mound, flaunting the intimate shape of her sex. Beth remembered the boys at her old school calling that a ‘camel toe’ on more than one occasion, although she’d never checked to see what an actual camel’s toe looked like. Looking closer, Beth noticed a large wet patch staining the blue fabric bunched between Johanna’s legs – much like how Beth’s pajamas looked right now.

“Just look at what you sluts did to me,” said the girl. “My cunny’s totally drenched – and I’ve got panties on too!”

Johanna pulled the front of her stretchy tights and underwear out from her waist and picked up the camera to provide a better look. The prominent bulge of her pubic mound was porcelain white and covered in a sparse growth of cinnamon brown pubic hair. Her panties were damp and stuck to her vulva, and as Johanna wriggled them lower and moved the camera in closer Beth saw that her entire crotch area was dripping wet with gooey strings of arousal stretching between the red material and her delicate skin. A remarkable amount of thick white cream had collected in the gusset of her panties, enough that Beth could make out a clear impression of Johanna’s pussy embossed in the cream by a series of distinctive hills and lines. Beth had never seen anything like it, and wondered what Johanna’s mom thought when she picked up dripping wet underwear like that for the wash.

Looking at her own crotch, Beth saw that her leaking juices had turned the white pajama bottoms practically transparent in spots, the soggy cotton clinging to her swollen pussy lips and highlighting the dark line of her cleft. She reached down with a finger and gingerly touched the top of her slit, groaning involuntarily as her clit throbbed and a wave of tingling heat radiated throughout her body. Snatching the finger away Beth sat up straighter and cleared her throat, returning her attention to the screen.

After placing the camera back on the table, Johanna had finished removing her clothes and was now standing stark naked in the middle of the room, turning slowly while striking various sexy poses with her juvenile body. “Like what you see?” she asked confidently, evidently empowered by her nudity.

Beth knew that was a rhetorical question, because Johanna was one hot little minx. She was slender to the point of being skinny, with childish hips that were just beginning to widen past her narrow waist. She was obviously fit and athletic, with clearly defined muscles and a well-toned stomach. From the rear, Johanna’s gorgeous ass flared gracefully from her legs without the chubbiness of most girls her age, and as she showed off her trim figure Beth noticed that her buttocks barely touched – each cheek jut out like a perfect round handful, separated by a valley of ass crack that did nothing to hide the dark bulls-eye of her puckered anus or the vertical gash of her pussy when she was standing.

Finished with her impromptu modeling session, Johanna walked back to the camera and let it focus on her groin. Her vulva, like the rest of her, was small and tidy – just a deep vertical slit nestled between two pudgy folds with no sign of a protruding clit hood or inner labia. The skin of her hairless outer labia was tinted a darker color than the rest of her groin, and textured with fine parallel lines radiating outwards from her cleft. She was clearly highly aroused – the bottom half of her pussy was caked with milky juices that had been smeared over it by her panties.

Johanna reached down with a finger and ran it along the crack between her legs, collecting a glob of cream on her fingertip. Holding it up to the camera, she commented, “See? All ready to go. I get so wet when I’m horny… and you girls have made me really fucking horny!” Hesitating for a moment at what to do with her wet finger, she unceremoniously wiped it off on her stomach.

“You know, I’ve never shown anyone how I come before… so you get to be the first!”

Johanna opened a drawer below the camera and rummaged around until finding something and holding it up. It was a large yellow highlighter, longer and thicker than a normal pen or marker, with a smooth rounded cap on one end. “Fingers are nice, but something like this takes it to a whole different level. I heard my sis say her electric toothbrush feels amazing, but mom still hasn’t got me one, so this’ll have to do.”

Johanna picked up the camera and walked it across the room, causing the picture to swing wildly – door, window, wall, desk, floor – until there was a thumping noise and the image steadied, aiming upwards at the ceiling. She stood over the lens and looked down with her naked body foreshortened from the extreme angle, then raised one leg up behind the field of view and straddled the camera.

From this perspective, a close-up of the little girl’s cream-smeared pussy filled the right half of the television, her head smaller and more distant on the left. As she crouched slightly, Johanna’s outer labia stretched apart into two graceful swells, divided by the large crest of her previously hidden clit hood. The moist skin inside her spread cleft was a soft pink color and shiny smooth, the small dangling lips of her darker inner labia forming twin ridges that grew from beneath her hood before tapering off around the teardrop-shaped entrance of her immature vagina.

Still looking into the camera, Johanna grinned and brought the chunky yellow highlighter back into view. She slid it along her crack, coating it with the milky lubrication that oozed constantly from her excited sex. She massaged her rubbery clit hood with the cap, bending the hump of wrinkled skin back and forth and making her stubby little labia wiggle. After barely a minute of clit play she unexpectedly slid the highlighter lower, pressed the curved end against the impossibly small mouth of her vagina, and in one quick motion forced it all the way inside her cunt until only an inch protruded.

Johanna gasped and jerked sharply from the sudden penetration. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, that’s good,” she whispered breathily. Beth was floored – she wasn’t a virgin!

With her other hand Johanna reached down and pulled on the skin of her clit hood, popping out the sensitive glans of her hard clitoris. It was vibrant pink and surprisingly large, round and pointed in shape with a split bottom where it joined with her labia. She placed fingers on either side of her clit and began rubbing in small circles, with her other hand gripping the protruding highlighter and working it slowly in and out of her pussy.

“Oh god… this feels so good,” hissed Johanna as she fucked herself with the highlighter. The elastic flesh of her tight hole made quiet slurping sounds as it gripped the plastic shaft, sucking in and pulling out with each deep stroke.

She continued narrating to the camera between labored breaths. “Oh god, I, um… popped my cherry with this last winter… and it hurt really bad, but I’m glad I did… ‘cuz there’s nothing like the way this feels in me…”

As Johanna continued thrusting the highlighter in her cunt it became drenched with sticky sexual runoff, ripples of cream building up on the exposed end of the makeshift dildo and running over her fingers. A frothy white ridge formed around her canal from the friction of plastic against flesh. A few times she pulled the highlighter out completely and smeared her juices around before plunging it back in, but when she pulled it out for the fourth time Johanna simultaneously gave her clit a fierce twist.

She shrieked loudly then groaned “Oh fuck!” as her vaginal muscles clenched violently and her cunt belched a load of cream from deep within.

Beth watched the screen in amazement as the glob of cream grew larger in the mouth of Johanna’s well-fucked hole, the whiteness of it a stark contrast to her dark pink insides. Suddenly it fell free and landed in the corner of the lens with an audible plop. With most of her view of Johanna’s pussy now obstructed, Beth heard Johanna moan in ecstasy as she gave her clit another hard twist. There was a soft farting noise and unexpectedly a thick white spray splattered against the lens and completely blocked out the picture. Oh my god, thought Beth, she just soaked the camera with pussy juice!

Although Beth could no longer see anything, she heard Johanna quickly exclaim, “Oh shit, damn it all!”

There were some thumping noises as dark blurry shadows moved across the screen, and then something large and pink pressed against the lens. Beth realized that Johanna was licking the camera, but after a few swipes the image was still murky so she disappeared and came back with a cloth.

Clarity restored, she picked up the camera and whispered, “There, all better… I guess I really am worked up, ‘cuz that doesn’t usually happen. But now I’m so horny I gotta come twice as bad!”

Placing the camera on a pile of clothes on the wooden floor, Johanna got down on her hands and knees in a doggy position with her butt aimed towards the lens. She looked back at the camera and adjusted the angle of her ass, then reached around and groped at the tantalizing groove between her buttocks, stretching the creased reddish skin of her tight asshole until a flash of bright pink could be seen. Running her fingers along the tightly pressed slit of her sex she scooped up an ample supply of pussy cream and began rubbing it over her anus, coating it thoroughly with slick lubrication. Finally she placed the tip of her index finger against her sphincter and, moaning softly, flexed open the ring of muscle and allowed her finger to sink past the second knuckle.

“Oh my god, yeah… there’s just something about my ass that makes me come so much harder,” mumbled Johanna, barely audible since she was facing away from the microphone.

Breathing deeply for a few seconds, she withdrew the finger, her hand disappearing and returning a moment later holding the familiar yellow highlighter. Without pause she pressed the curved end against her well-lubricated back door, wiggled it around, and slowly slid about three-quarters of the shaft into her bowels. When she released her grip it stayed wedged in place all by itself.

Changing her position, Johanna lowered her head and chest to the floor and spread her knees further apart so that her ass pointed upwards and her creamy little cunt gaped open obscenely towards the camera. A hand appeared between her legs and began rubbing on and around her engorged clit, fingers occasionally dipping in her pussy to gather more slick cream.

As her efforts become more frantic, Johanna began groaning and making little hunching motions with her hips, her aroused sex becoming so wet that a constant stream of milky pussy juice dripped off her labia and fingers, the droplets eventually merging into a sizable puddle on the floor. The firm pressure of her palm forced the soft flesh of her vulva back and forth in rhythmic strokes, alternating between bunching her dangling labia and opening her hole on the downstroke, to stretching her lips tight and exposing the pinhole of her urethra on the upstroke.

Abruptly Johanna forced three fingers deep in her cunt and wiggled them madly like she was trying to dig something out. She whimpered, crying, “Oh god, oh god,” over and over again, her pussy making slurping sounds as she tugged it relentlessly against her pubic bone. All at once she yanked the fingers out and spread her knees even further apart, panting loudly and rubbing furiously at her bloated clit as she lowered her quivering butt towards the camera. Johanna’s other hand appeared from the side, found the protruding end of the highlighter, and in one brutal shove pushed its entire length deep in her ass until even her fingers were buried inside.

“Holy fuck, ahhhhhhh, shit!!” Johanna screamed at the sudden anal invasion, her young body quaking as the overwhelming sensations pushed her over the brink into an immediate and massive orgasm.

Beth stared wide-eyed at the screen as Johanna’s gaping vulva twitched and dilated, a glob of white cream appearing briefly in her cunt before splattering to the floor. She cried out between gasping lungfuls of air from the pleasure, the muscles around her gleaming sex rippling in rapid pulses as she thrust her pelvis downward in a humping motion against nothing. The first half dozen gut-wrenching contractions forced trickles of creamy liquid to leak from her churning hole, followed by a sudden burst of something clear and slimy that dripped and flowed in long gooey strands from her peehole into the growing pool of pussy juice between her calves.

Completely mesmerized by Johanna’s wet climax, Beth’s whole body tingled sympathetically as she witnessed someone her own age in the erotic throes of such an intense sexual release. How she wished she could be there with Johanna, to see something like that firsthand. A sudden lustful thought popped into her head – What would it feel like to have her come like that on my face?

When it was finally over, Johanna groaned and collapsed on her stomach, her legs splayed and her back heaving as she caught her breath. The hand that held the highlighter deep in her ass pulled away and fell to her side, the highlighter remaining hidden for a few moments until the florescent yellow end suddenly poked from her anus. Bit by bit her bowels forced out the unwelcome intruder, the highlighter growing longer and sticking up between the hills of her buttocks until it dropped to the floor with a clattering sound. Johanna’s entire body shuddered and a single pressurized squirt of something jetted from her inflamed pussy and splashed against the highlighter.

Shaking, Johanna lifted herself on her hands and knees and turned around to face the camera. She silently observed the puddles of her sexual discharge spreading across the wooden floor, bent her head down and, while looking seductively into the camera with hooded eyes, puckered her lips and slurped the largest pool of liquid into her mouth. When the pool was gone, she crawled over to the camera and opened her mouth to show the slimy white fluid coating her tongue before swallowing noisily.

Sitting upright, Johanna aimed the camera at her face. She was smiling, lips pressed tight and twitching in obvious exhilaration. Her entire face was flushed red in sexual excitement, fine droplets of sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip.

“Oh wow,” the girl said a bit shakily, “that was a big one – it just kept on going. I feel so fuckin’ amazing right now, I wish I could do it like that every time for the rest of my life!” She giggled and put the camera down on the table.

“God, I feel so nasty eating my cum like that… but I would never have dared if I hadn’t seen Trish do it first.” She licked her lips and chuckled again in smug satisfaction. “But you know what, I’m glad I did ‘cuz I taste totally delicious!”

With a contented sigh she bent over and picked up the yellow highlighter from the floor. “If you ever need a secret toy, this thing’s perfect. It’s just the right size for both holes and there’s no clip so it’s all smooth and you can go as fast as you want. My mom has no idea it can be used for something besides highlighting… but it absolutely reeks of my cunny so I hope she never asks to borrow it!” Johanna laughed and stuck the highlighter in her mouth, drawing it out slowly between pressed lips. Beth was shocked – didn’t she remember she’d had it in her ass?

“I think next time I wanna try my sis’s toothbrush. I’m sure she won’t mind if I get it a little wet…” Johanna snickered absentmindedly looking around her room as the afterglow of her orgasm faded away. “You know, I was supposed to be cleaning up while everyone was out… so I think I’m gonna actually have to get some of it done before they get home. Bye-bye, you sexy sluts… I hope you enjoyed watching ‘cuz I sure enjoyed doing!”

She blew a kiss at the camera and the picture went black.

Blinking back to the reality of her own bedroom, Beth realized that she had been so engrossed in Johanna’s shameless exhibition that she hadn’t even noticed her own left hand was pressed hard against her soaking wet crotch. Glancing down she saw that she’d wedged the fabric of her pajama bottoms deep in her pussy crack, her fingers almost disappearing between the puffy folds.

Removing the pressure she felt a stream of hot liquid dribble down her ass and quickly uncrossed her legs, scooting backwards and finding a sizable dark spot growing on the sheets where she’d been sitting. Beth was surprised at just how much juice there was – she’d definitely never been this wet before. Then again, she’d never been this horny before either.

Suddenly remembering something, Beth picked up the camera and brought it close to her face, looking carefully at the lens as if there might still be some trace of Johanna’s thick cream on it, even sniffing to see if there was a lingering odor. She’d never realized that girls could get as amazingly wet as Johanna had, or even Trisha from the first video, but looking at the puddle forming under her own ass she was beginning to wonder what her body was capable of with the right stimulation.

What was it with the girls who live around here, were they all sex-crazed nymphos? Beth certainly hadn’t even heard rumors of anything like this going on at her old school, and would have been shocked had any of her girlfriends been so outwardly sexual. But these girls were hot. Fucking hot. Beth was slightly less uncomfortable now swearing to herself after listening to Johanna’s crude language.

Chuckling and rubbing her pussy, she mused, maybe sleepy small town life won’t be so boring after all!

The End

Editor’s Note: Sadly, no more of this story was ever published at Leslita, so we’ll just have to guess what the third video showed and what young Beth did for her initiation.

By Jessica Brockham

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2011 }

My name is Naomi, I’m a 21 year old bisexual female with a definite leaning towards other girls. I moved into a small semi-detached cottage at the beginning of this year. A few months after I settled in, a thirtyish divorcee named Sandra moved in next door with her daughter Laura. She’d been given a larger house as part of the divorce settlement from an abusive husband, but decided to get as far away from him and the town she lived in as possible. So Sandra sold the house and bought the cottage next door to mine.

We first got to know one another over the garden fence in the spring, and found that we shared certain tastes in books, films and a love of swimming, and quickly became firm friends. Living, as we did, in a pair of isolated cottages in the country, we also shared a taste for sunbathing topless in our gardens, or, in my case, sometimes naked.

We admired each other’s bodies from afar and, while sharing the occasional bottle of wine, I learned that Sandra had a thing for younger girls, despite having been married, and repressed those feelings during her marriage. But other than a few kisses at parties and the like, she’d never followed up on her feelings and explored love with another woman. This gave me some hope of a long lasting and fruitful friendship, with some sexual encounters thrown in! Little did I know then that Sandra was soon to fall madly in love with a woman from the nearby town, and embark on her first full-blown lesbian liaison.

Having an eleven-year-old daughter restricted Sandra’s social life, so she didn’t do much dating, really… until one day when we were talking she confessed to having met this other woman (let’s call her Zoe) at a family party recently and had become smitten with her. Understanding her concern for Laura, I offered to babysit for her whenever she wanted to go out, and she readily accepted.

Now, Laura and I got on very well together, and I think she looked upon me as a sort of older sister. We had all been swimming together several times and, apart from the sunbathing in our gardens (always in a bikini when Laura was home), had seen quite a lot of each other physically, and I had been struck by Laura’s pert little bottom and her budding tits more than once. I also remembered the way her bikini bottoms clung to her little cunt when they were wet; giving a view of her delicious looking pudenda. I must admit to having had several lovely orgasms thinking about both Laura and her mum.

The time came when Sandra asked if I would sit with Laura while she went to meet Zoe for the first time on the coming Friday evening, and of course I agreed.

Friday arrived and Sandra fetched Laura from school as usual, before explaining to her that she was going to “meet a friend” that evening, and that Naomi would be looking after her because she may well be late home. I think the prospect of spending the evening with her grownup friend excited Laura and she just accepted that her mum was going out. She said that she has various board games we could play, but that her mum had agreed to her staying up until 10 pm to watch a programme on television that appealed to her, and I was quite looking forward to spending the evening with her.

Sandra was ready by 6.30 pm, having arranged to meet Zoe at 7 pm, and she looked stunning! Wearing a pale green blouse, which revealed her cleavage, bra, and a denim mini-skirt with dark green high heels, which showed off her long legs, I began to be envious of Zoe and their evening together.

Sandra explained that there was a pasta meal already prepared for us, and a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge; with last minute instructions about Laura’s bed time, she left for her date.

As it was still summer and a very warm evening, I had put on a tight tank top and my pink shorts so that I was comfortable, and Laura and me settled down to play various games after eating our tea and clearing away.

At about 8.30 pm, Laura announced that she was going to shower and get ready for bed before her programme started, and I got up to pour my second glass of wine before settling down on the settee with my legs tucked under me.

Having showered and brushed her hair, Laura returned to the sitting room, and promptly lay down on the floor in front of the television, wearing a white cotton nightie and kicking her legs up and down, as young girls tend to do. Shuffling herself around to get comfortable before her programme began caused her nightie to ride a little way up her legs and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Looking at her lying right in front of me, caused my tummy to tremble slightly and my nipples to start swelling. Determined to enjoy this lovely sight while I could, I moved along the settee until I was directly behind her, gazing at her shapely coltish legs.

Laura became engrossed in her programme and stopped swinging her legs up and down, but occasionally shuffling about, which caused her nightie to ride ever higher, until I could see the swell of her bum and her delicious looking cunt lips as she opened her legs slightly. My mouth went dry and I took a large gulp of wine, my eyes never leaving the sight of her puffy lips and that lovely slit, which I found so very tempting.

My God, I thought, I’m actually fantasizing about an eleven-year-old girl here!

I saw myself laying down beside her and caressing the firm round cheeks of her bum, before stroking her cunt and slipping my finger into her while we kissed. Of course, that didn’t happen but it fuelled my daydream and made my knickers damp at the thought of what it would be like to taste her.

Idly teasing my nipples while keeping my eyes firmly fixed on Laura’s charms, I found myself getting ever deeper in my fantasy, until I saw us in bed together making love, with Laura’s delicious cunt pressed against my mouth as she sat on my face, and my tongue snaking into her young vagina.

It wasn’t long before I had to go to the bathroom and relieve my growing tension, wishing I had brought my vibrator along with me. Entering the bathroom and locking the door, I pushed my shorts and knickers down to my ankles and sat on the floor, leaning against the bath as I brought myself to a wonderful orgasm. My lips were swollen, my clit was very erect and it wasn’t long before I had a second orgasm imagining Laura catching me and asking what I was doing, then showing her.

Having washed away my guilty feelings with my juices, I returned to the sitting room and sat down again, my eyes once more drawn to Laura’s sex. She had now opened her legs quite a bit, and her lips were just parting to reveal her lovely pink pussy, which didn’t do my heart (nor mind) any good at all, especially when I thought about Sandra and what her and Zoe might be up to that very minute.

Anyway, her programme came to an end and I told her it was bed-time, saying I would be along in a few minutes to tuck her in, which made her smile and say “Okay, Naomi,” prompting a giggle from her before she went upstairs.

I immediately got up and sneakily watched her climb the stairs, seeing again her lovely bum and the lips of her cunt, and daydreaming about what she would taste like.

I went up to her after five minutes and sat on her bed, tucking the covers round her; I leant over to kiss her goodnight and she wrapped her arms round my neck as our lips touched. Intending this to only be a friendly kiss, I was very surprised when she clung to me and I was aware of my tongue brushing across her lips, and felt her tongue snake over mine. Oh God, did I want this girl! With that, we were engaged in a partial French kiss and I let my hand wander over her shoulder and round her side, my thumb gently rubbing her tiny nipple.

Not quite knowing what sort of reaction I would get from Laura, I immediately took my hand away, smiled and said goodnight; looking back as I got to her bedroom door, I saw her smiling, almost as if she wished we had gone further. I know that was what I certainly wished for! Instead I went back downstairs to the sitting room where, having given her about twenty minutes to fall asleep, I lay back on the settee with a towel beneath me and pushed my shorts and knickers down to my ankles and gave myself a most glorious orgasm, dreaming about licking her lovely young cunt.

This sort of set the pattern for future baby-sitting sessions over the next few weeks, except that I kept my hands and thoughts to myself and was content to look at her gorgeous body whenever the opportunity arose, which was quite often, as Laura always came downstairs wearing her nightie, and without knickers, and usually sat in some provocative pose that left nothing to my imagination, as I was able to see her puffy lips and lovely slit, which seemed to beckon my tongue!

I often took my vibrator after that first time and pleasured my swollen lips and clit with it after I felt she was asleep. Until, that is, she came down one night to get a drink of water and caught me jilling on the settee, this time naked, and with my dildo inside my sopping wet cunt, and on the verge of coming!

My orgasm rolled over me… legs trembling, heart thudding, breathing as if I had just run a marathon, my nipples and clit both swollen and my juices freely flowing over my dildo and hand. God, did I need that! Which is what was running through my mind as I calmed down from that glorious high and opened my eyes as I slid my dildo out of my cunt and over my hard clit. As I sat up and pulled the towel between my legs, I looked up to see Laura standing in the doorway with her hand stroking her little cunt.

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Laura, how long have you been there?”

She shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and said, “Only a few minutes Naomi; I couldn’t stop watching you.”

Feeling totally embarrassed that she had witnessed my orgasm, I said “I am so sorry, Laura, I thought you were fast asleep,” and started to pull on my top.

“It’s okay, Naomi — I’ve seen Mummy do it too,” she said, “and I’ve seen her in the nude before. Her breasts are bigger than yours, though.”

Having just got my top on, I exclaimed, “Heavens, Laura! Does your mum know that you’ve watched her?”

She shrugged again and said, “No, I keep very quiet and do it in secret.”

By this time, she had stopped stroking herself and was swinging the hem of her nightie to and fro, giving me tantalizing glimpses of her lovely cunt, and said “It makes my tummy tingle when I watch her.”

Although I felt embarrassed that Laura had watched me come, I was also very excited and pleased that she had seen me naked.

“I think I had better go to the bathroom and get dressed, sweetheart,” I said and stood up, the towel falling to the floor and conscious of her eyes on me as I went upstairs to the bathroom.

Laura got her drink and went back to bed while I cleaned myself up and slipped into my shorts, leaving my knickers off and rolling them up in the towel before putting them in my handbag. Feeling a bit calmer, I went into Laura’s room to make sure she had settled down again, and asked her not to say anything to her mum about seeing me naked on the settee, and she agreed.

She then asked me why it made her tummy tingle when she watched her mum, or why the same thing happened just now when she saw me naked. I told her that maybe it was the unexpected thrill of seeing us both at different times without any clothes on, and that it was quite natural.

“Do you rub yourself down there?” I asked.

She replied, “Sometimes, and that makes my tummy tingle a bit as well.”

I thought, God… how can I continue resisting this adorable child, and for how long?

Answering my own question, I said, “If I show you something Laura, you must promise me not to tell your mummy that I showed you, or how it made you feel. Promise?”

She nodded her head and whispered, “I promise, Naomi.”

So, giving in to the temptation that I had felt for so long now, I got her to sit on top of the covers and told her to open her legs really wide. Being so young and flexible, she gave me the best view yet of her lovely little cunt. As she opened her legs, her lips parted, and I could see a hint of the warm pink flesh inside.

Telling her to watch, I gently parted her lips at the top of her slit. “When you get a bit older, this little button here is called your clitoris. It will feel wonderful when you rub it.”

With that, I wet my fingers and shivered with ecstasy as I slowly rubbed them over her clit, which despite her being only eleven years old, started to swell slightly.

She gasped as I touched her and said, “Wow Naomi, that feels really tingly!”

I went on to explain that some boys, and even some girls, liked to lick it gently and that gave the best feeling ever, and she said, “Show me, please.”

Having long dreamed about licking her lovely little cunt, and still feeling very horny after knowing that she watched me orgasm, this was an invitation I just couldn’t refuse!

Telling her to lay with her legs over the side of the bed, I knelt down before her. I felt as if I was worshipping at some forbidden shrine, which I suppose I was in a way, and my cunt was again getting very wet; my nipples were taut against my top and every time they brushed something I shivered with delight. She pulled her nightie right up to her chin and I gazed at her budding tits and leant over to kiss them, sucking lightly and feeling her tiny nipples start to stiffen between my lips.

She sighed, “That feels nice, Naomi.”

I told her that it should, then kissed her moist little cunt; covering it in tiny kisses and licks with the tip of my tongue, before taking each of her lips in turn and sucking them into my mouth. I wasn’t aware of her making any sounds as I was so absorbed in pleasing myself with her young body, as my tongue found her clit and started flicking across and up and down it.

Laura was soon starting to breathe quite deeply and I knew she was getting close to her first orgasm, as I could see her tummy trembling as I licked her, then I gently pushed my tongue into her tight, and now wet, vagina. Oh, fuck! She tasted better than I had ever imagined; sweeter, with a slightly salty sharpness that made me almost orgasm myself.

I tongue fucked her until I was sure she was almost at the point of no return, then licked her tight little rosebud before sucking her swollen little clit between my lips, at which point she trembled and sighed saying, “Ooh, ooh, that’s nice,” as she pushed her cunt hard on my mouth. Her juices flowed and I lapped them up like a faithful kitten, relishing the taste of her and feeling so very pleased that I had given her her first orgasm.

As I licked her clean, I slipped my hand into my shorts, then stood up and took them off before straddling her gorgeous body and asked her to watch while I made myself come. I wet my fingers with my juices and rubbed my erect clit until the honey flowed over my hand and down my thighs, causing me to shudder and my legs to weaken until I collapsed beside her on the bed, licking my sticky fingers.

“Can I taste it too, Naomi?” she asked, and I thrust a finger into my wet cunt before offering it to her. She licked tentatively at first then, deciding she liked it, licked my finger clean.

Laura just looked at me with a huge grin on her face and said, “Gosh Naomi, that felt and tasted wonderful. Thank you, thank you!” as she rolled on top of me and kissed me.

My hands went down to cover her gorgeous little bum and I pulled her close, saying, “It was wonderful for me as well sweetheart, and I’m so glad that you enjoyed it, and that you watched me have an orgasm as well.”

I was stroking her firm, round bum as she said, “I loved watching you as well, Naomi,” grinning from ear to ear. “I hope we can do it again… and I promise not to say anything to Mummy.”

By 1000 Monkeys

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2011 }

An uncharacteristic silence hung in the air of the brightly lit school classroom. Twenty-eight normally rowdy sixth-grade students were hunched quietly over their desks, the loudest noise coming from the buzzing florescent light fixtures above. It was a Friday afternoon, and everyone was working on the first major history test of the school year. Their teacher, Mrs. Johnson, relished the tranquility and spent her time grading papers.

Young Bethany, a bright and perky twelve-year-old redhead seated in the front row close to the window, sighed to herself in frustration. She was having an especially hard time with the last essay question, and was in the middle of erasing it for another go when the bell in the hall rang abruptly to signal the end of class. Beth jumped in her seat, the loud clanging startling her. A collective groan came from her fellow classmates – obviously there were quite a few who hadn’t finished the test. The clock on the wall confirmed it was 3:15, so school was officially over for the weekend. The room immediately filled with the drone of young voices talking over each other, and Beth threw down her pencil in dismay.

“Okay, class, that’s all the time you have,” called out Mrs. Johnson over the increasing chatter. “Take your tests and pass them to the front before you leave for the weekend. Make sure your name is on it! Also study chapter 8 in your math textbook for Monday, and remember to get your parents to sign the permission slip if you want to go on the science trip next week.”

Beth grumbled to herself, upset that she hadn’t finished the final question. She was still new at the school, having moved to the area just three months earlier during summer break. Her father had taken a new position at a large pharmaceutical company and Beth’s parents had dragged her from the bustling city to the picturesque town of Crestview – also known as Boring, USA. An only child, she was finding it hard to adjust to the small town atmosphere where everyone seemed to know everyone… except her. One of her favorite things, schoolwork, was even suffering from the move. Although she had easily maintained straight A’s at her old school, she was finding it extremely difficult to keep up the same grades here. She wasn’t sure if the work was actually harder, or if she was just too distracted with being the ‘new girl’ and trying to fit in.

Beth felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see the smiling face of Trisha, the pretty blondee who sat behind her. Trisha was holding out the collected test papers for Beth, who added her own to the top and tossed the stack on the teacher’s desk. Beth shoved her school supplies in her backpack and stood to join the line of impatient kids filing into the hallway. Once more she felt someone tap her shoulder, and when she looked it was Trisha – again.

“Uh, Beth, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked.

Beth frowned. Trisha was one of the most popular girls in sixth grade, part of the in-crowd that was always going to parties and having fun. Although Beth was pretty enough and had a great personality (or so her mom kept telling her), she knew she tended to be a bit shy, and had always enjoyed schoolwork… which was typically enough to keep girls like Trisha from seeing her as a social equal. Although Beth was okay with being ‘just another girl’, she hadn’t made any new friends at this school and was beginning to worry that she’d been labeled an outcast. Trisha had never taken the time to speak with her outside of what was necessary for school, so Beth was curious what she wanted.

“Um, sure Trish, what’s up?”

Trisha grabbed Beth’s hand. “Follow me. I want to talk to you in private.”

Trisha weaved her way with Beth into the packed hallway, but instead of following the crowd streaming towards the exit they moved against the flow, finally stopping inside a vacant, dimly lit stairwell at the back of the school. The din of noisy, yelling students gradually faded as the school emptied.

“What are we doing here, Trish? I’ll be late getting home.”

Trisha smiled with a kind of odd, secretive grin. “This’ll only take a minute. I know you’re new in school and I haven’t talked with you much, but you’ve been here two months already and you haven’t found any friends.”

Beth opened her mouth to object, embarrassed that someone like Trisha was monitoring her apparently nonexistent social life. Trisha sensed this and spoke again quickly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to give you a hard time. I’d actually like to make you an offer that could get you a lot of friends.”

Beth closed her mouth.

Trisha continued, “I’m sure you’ve heard some rumors about me, that I’m part of a special club. Do you know what it is?”

Shaking her head, Beth mumbled, ”Well, I heard someone saying that you and some of the other, uh, popular girls are all part of some secret thing… and they want to get into it too, but they don’t actually know what it is.”

Trisha grinned broadly. “And that’s just the way we like to keep it. Only those in the club know what we do or even what it’s called. Last night we had a vote and, well, we all decided that you should join us.”

Beth’s mouth fell open in shock. The popular girls wanted her to join them? She couldn’t believe it. “Uh, me, really? But why?”

“We really like you – we’ve been watching you for a while, and think you’ll fit right in.” Trisha emphasized that by quickly running her eyes up and down Beth’s body, which Beth found slightly disconcerting. “Now, we’re really picky on who we invite, and we first have to absolutely trust you. So if you want to join you’ll have to agree to do something.”

“Um, w-what?” stuttered Beth, suddenly panicking that this was all too good to be true and she wasn’t going to get to join after all.

“Well… it’s a little bit naughty, but that’s like what the club’s all about. You just have to trust us before we can trust you. So to join, you have to agree to do whatever we ask, but I can’t tell you what it is first. Call it your initiation.”

Beth hesitated, the logical part of her brain screaming at her to be cautious. “I don’t know about that… how do I know this isn’t going to be some sort of trick?”

Trisha slipped off her backpack and unzipped it. She rummaged around inside and came out holding a small digital video camera. “What you have to do is film yourself performing a dare with this camera. Full instructions are recorded on it, but before you can have it, you have to absolutely promise you’re going to do whatever it asks. Everyone in the club did it to join, even me. So you know it’s not a trick, there’s proof in here you can watch, but once you accept there’s no backing out.”

Beth reached toward the video camera but Trisha snatched it back, her expression shifting from friendly to serious, shaking the camera at Beth as she continued speaking. “This is a very secret club. If you take this, you’re joining us for real. So if you don’t do what it says or if you ever talk about the club to anyone else,” she paused for dramatic effect, “I will make your life fucking hell.”

Standing there slightly stunned at the force behind Trish’s words, Beth thought about what she was being offered. Joining the popular girls could very well change her life for the better at school… but what in the world did they want her to do? Would it get her in trouble?

Beth reached out and placed her hand on the camera. “I don’t have to do anything against the law, do I? Like steal something, or hurt someone?”

Trisha’s serious look instantly disappeared and she laughed, deep blue eyes sparking in the dim light of the stairwell. “Of course not – in fact, I know you’re going to like it. So, you swear you’ll do the dare and join us?”

Even though Beth didn’t know what the club was actually for, she didn’t care. Her longing to fit in at school and be accepted, bolstered by the thought of hanging out with the A-crowd and maybe becoming one of them herself, squashed any hesitation she had over the unknown dare. It had to be worth the risk.

She made up her mind and nodded, smiling as she accepted the camera. “Yes, I swear… I’ll do it.”

Trisha’s face beamed with joy as she rubbed her hands together. “Great! I’ll expect the camera back on Monday. Like I said, watch the first video to see what you have to do, and then there’s a couple other videos with members doing their dares.” She smiled slyly, “You’ll probably find those help a lot.”

Then Trisha reached out and grabbed Beth’s free hand with her own, looking deeply into her eyes with an expression that the redhead couldn’t place. “I’m so glad you agreed. We really wanted you.” After that, she turned and opened the stairwell door to leave.

Suddenly remembering something, Beth called out, “Hey, wait a minute — what’s the club called?”

Looking over her shoulder, the blonde answered, “The O Girls.”

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘oh’? What is this, some sort of Oprah cult?”

With a mischievous grin, Trisha laughed and replied, “Far from it. Just watch the video, okay? And make sure you’re all by yourself when you do.”

With that Trisha walked out, leaving Beth alone and confused, holding the video camera. The O Girls? What the hell? Although tempted to switch on the camera right there in the stairwell and see what secrets it held, she knew her mother would start worrying if she was too late getting home. So she dropped it in her backpack and left, running down the empty school hallway towards her bike.

She had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting weekend.

* * *

It was early Saturday morning before Beth got a chance to look at the camera’s contents. Curiosity had been killing her the night before, but she wanted to make sure she had enough time and privacy to figure out what this so-called dare involved. Since her family always slept in late on the weekends, usually until at least 10 AM, Beth set her alarm clock early to 7 AM. She awakened feeling a mixture of nervous apprehension and excitement.

Last night she’d noticed that the video camera had a television output jack, and she snuck a cable from her dad’s supply so she could watch whatever it held on the big LCD screen in her bedroom, instead of on the camera’s tiny one. Plugging everything in, she sat cross-legged in her favorite white pajamas at the end of her bed and switched the camera to play mode. It made a ‘bong’ sound through the television’s speakers, and flashed a logo, then displayed a list of recorded files. There was one file named WATCHME with a date from late Thursday night, and then three others with non-descriptive names dating from nearly a year ago up until last month.

She used the camera’s tiny joystick to move the cursor over to the WATCHME file and pressed play. The screen flickered with static for a few seconds, then solidified into the blurry image of something red. There were a few loud thumping sounds and the picture wobbled as the camera was put on a table. A figure stepped back, the focus adjusted, and Beth saw that it was Trisha standing in what must have been her bedroom. The window across from the camera was black, the only illumination coming from her bedside light. Trisha wore a red t-shirt and skinny blue jeans, her blonde hair held back with a black headband. Beth couldn’t help but notice how Trisha’s perky little breasts and hard nipples showed clearly through the thin material of the skin-tight shirt, the single source of light emphasizing their shape by casting long shadows across her chest.

“Hi Beth,” came Trisha’s friendly voice through the speakers, “If you’re watching this then you’ve decided to join us, and I’m only making this because I knew you would. The girls and I are really excited to have you join. As I’m sure I already told you, this is a very secret club, and the first rule is you must never talk about it to anyone, especially your parents or friends. What’s on this camera is just between us.”

Trisha leaned in closer and grinned. “Welcome to ‘The O Girls’! There are five members so far — me, Katie, Johanna, Britney, Abby, and now you to make an even six. I’m kind of the leader, but we all decide things together, like deciding on you. In case you’re wondering, the ‘O’ stands for orgasm, and the whole point of The O Girls is to have them.”

Beth’s face fell in shock. Orgasm? Although still young, she certainly knew what that meant. Was this some sort of sex club? Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as a sudden rush of adrenaline flooded into her veins. What had she gotten herself into?

The recorded Trisha continued explaining. “And now for your dare. You have to show us your O. That means you have to tape yourself coming. And not just showing your face or in panties, you have to be naked and we have to see it. You can get off however you want, but don’t try to fake it – we can tell. Everyone in the club’s already done it, and on this camera you’ll find me, and Johanna’s and Abby’s videos to prove that we’re for real… and maybe even give you some ideas.

“Rule number two is that we get ourselves and each other off all the time, so don’t be surprised if we’re a little frisky with you. We all want that amazing feeling, and getting it from someone else feels twice as good. Sleepovers, after-school homework, play dates, hanging out – there’s a lot of chances to get together, and when we can’t there’s webcams and making tapes to swap.”

Beth still couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had discovered the joys of masturbation about a year earlier after a surprisingly graphic sex education video at school made her extremely curious, but while she certainly enjoyed giving her body the happy feeling – quite frequently, in fact – she’d never considered doing that sort of thing in front of someone else, or with another girl. She’d always known it was a private thing, and what they were doing was sick… wasn’t it?

On-screen, Trisha sat down on her bed before continuing. “If you’re wondering why we picked you, it actually started off as kind of a tease – we should invite the brainy new girl with no friends, right? But then we kept an eye on you and decided you were actually really nice. And the more I watched you, the more I noticed that you have a friggin’ hot body.”

Trisha licked her lips as her hand moved to her crotch, touching herself through her jeans. “Sitting behind you in class every day, I can’t stop thinking about grabbing that yummy ass you keep teasing me with, pressing my lips into yours and sucking on your tongue… then sliding my hand down your pants and feeling your wet cunny. Hey, someday I’ll probably do that.”

Beth’s face flushed a deep red color – almost matching her hair – to hear someone talk about her so crudely, especially a girl her own age that she barely knew. Still, a part of her was deeply flattered that Trisha thought of her that way. Was she really that sexy?

Trisha continued, “And we already know you’re totally into girls. We tested you for a couple weeks and saw how closely you looked when one of us flashed you. Like the other day in the locker room at the gym when Katie bent over right in front of you in her thong. Remember how it was sweaty and you could see right through it? That was just for you, and you really seemed to enjoy getting an eyeful of her ass.”

If it was possible, Beth’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red in complete embarrassment. The truth was she had been checking out girls while they were changing, but she didn’t think anyone had noticed. No one really got naked in there, since all they did was change in and out of sweats for gym class, but she still enjoyed sneaking glances at girls in their skimpy panties, and especially liked it when someone didn’t wear a bra. Did that mean she liked girls, and not boys? Or maybe she just liked both.

Beth realized that Trisha was still talking on the TV screen. “…and I know we all feel the same way. Well, it’s late now, and I gotta finish what I started here before I can get to sleep. I’ll be thinking sexy thoughts about you, hoping you’ll join.” Trisha stood up and added, “Now you just have one thing to do: show me your O!” She reached out toward the camera and the screen went dark.

Her hand shaking, Beth put the camera down and flopped on her back, staring vacantly at the light fixture on the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into? She’d never done anything even vaguely sexual with anyone else in the past, and here she was expected to make a nude tape of herself getting off so five girls she barely knew could watch her – and who knew how many others might see it in the future. Much to her chagrin, that thought generated a lustful longing deep in her body. What kind of horny slut was she to actually like that idea?

Beth sat up and grabbed the camera. She had to see those other videos to find out if this was for real. Selecting the first file dated nearly a year ago she pressed Play and leaned back. The television screen flickered to a bedroom she already recognized – it was Trisha’s, but some things had moved around and this time bright daylight streamed through the window across from the camera. Trisha stepped into view from the side wearing light purple pajamas, a beam of sunlight shining on her back and causing her golden blonde hair to glow like a halo around her head. She looked a little younger than she had in the previous video.

“Hi,” said the girl on the screen in a cheerful voice, “I’m Trisha, and I just turned eleven last month. Right now I’m in fifth grade at Crestview Middle School, and I want to show you my O.”

Without hesitation she tugged her pajama top off in one smooth motion and Beth immediately perked up. Trisha’s undeveloped chest was essentially flat, the first swells of her budding breasts just beginning to stand out from her ribs. Beth knew that Trisha’s boobs had grown quite a bit since this video was shot, but it was really sexy seeing her younger like this. Despite her lack of development, Trisha’s nipples were unusually large and puffy, tinted a deep pink color that stood out proudly against her pale, untanned skin. She turned around and pulled down her pajama bottoms, exposing her perfect little girl ass. Trisha’s plump cheeks jiggled as she kicked the pajamas to the side. Oh wow, thought Beth, she’s actually naked!

Still facing the other way, Trisha slapped her ass with both hands and cupped her cheeks, squeezing them tightly. She pivoted to face the camera and walked towards it seductively, slender hips swaying side-to-side as the television screen filled with an extreme close-up of her crotch.

Beth gasped involuntarily at the amazing view of Trisha’s flawless pussy, so clear she could actually make out the texture of her skin. Trisha’s puffy outer lips were squeezed tightly between her thighs, creating a triangle of snow white flesh with two perfectly curved bulges at the bottom. Her clit hood and inner labia formed a prominent ridge of darker colored skin that carved a sensuous line down the middle of her fat mound before disappearing between her legs. A tuft of almost invisible blonde pubic hair sprouted above the dimpled crown of her furrow, and delicate fingers came from above to stroke the golden fuzz.

“This stuff’s new,” the girl’s voice said. “I kinda like it since it’s so soft.”

Just then the camera moved, panning upward to Trisha’s round and happy-looking face, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. The image shook around a bit then settled at a higher perspective near the foot of her bed, looking over it at an angle. The camera shifted sideways until the entire bed was perfectly centered, and then the naked little girl stepped back into view and grinned toothily at the camera.

“This is my all-time favorite thing to do before school,” she whispered. Trisha turned and jumped on the bed stomach first, bouncing up and down as she landed.

She rose on her knees and grabbed a pillow, wedging it vertically between her legs and up against her pussy. Still facing away from the camera, she bent over and put her weight on her arms, then spread her knees and wiggled her crotch down on the bunched-up pillow. She began humping her hips slowly, rubbing her tiny twat in smooth strokes along it. Beth watched mesmerized as the pudgy little globes of Trisha’s buttocks clenched and unclenched while she steadily ground herself against the pillow. Her back arched and muscles flexed as she rode it in graceful, practiced motions. Wow, thought Beth, Trisha was really going to do this on tape!

Trisha began thrusting her pelvis harder and faster, the bed springs squeaking in protest at her rhythmic humping. After a minute she stopped and rolled over on her back, grabbing the pillow and pressing the part that had been touching her pussy against her face. After a moment she placed it under her head.

“It’s getting too wet, so I gotta stop that,” said Trisha quietly over the speakers. Beth wondered if Trisha would smell her pussy’s scent on that pillow all night long as she slept.

Beth feasted her eyes greedily on every nuance of Trisha’s undeveloped figure lying flat on the bed. Eventually she spread her legs, reaching down with both hands to stretch her vagina open as far as she could. The skin on the inside of her pussy crack was smooth and shiny, her inner labia sticking out like a fleshy little Mohawk until she grabbed the twin lips with her fingers and peeled them apart, fully exposing the intimate pink core of her juvenile sex. The small dark entrance of Trisha’s immature canal gaped open obscenely as she tugged her lips to the side, the moistness inside glistening in the light.

Beth felt her own pussy twitch at the incredibly intimate thing she was witnessing, and felt a drop of lubrication ooze slowly from her virgin hole and soak into the crotch of her pajamas. She was getting turned on something fierce, and all by another girl.

On the screen, Trisha delicately ran her finger between her labia, toying with the little flaps of skin before rubbing the length of her pussy with her hand. Beth could tell she was concentrating near the top, around her clitoris, and she knew for a fact that touching there felt especially good. Trisha began curling her fingers into the entrance of her pussy and dragging them upwards, and Beth figured she was spreading her wetness to make the rubbing easier.

As if reading her thoughts, the girl whispered almost inaudibly “I’m so wet down there… and it feels so good to rub it on myself…”

The camera angle wasn’t quite right to see the action clearly, so Beth leaned in towards the television as Trisha fingered herself with increasing passion, high-pitched mewing sounds escaping her open mouth. Beth had never heard a girl make noises like that before and found them highly erotic. She turned up the volume and discovered she could also hear Trisha’s tiny pussy making lewd slurping noises as she probed its depths with her fingers, gathering and spreading a slimy layer of liquid arousal over her yielding flesh.

Trisha’s mewing grew into earnest moans as she thrust her hips into her hand with even greater urgency, rocking back and forth on the bed and causing the headboard to bang lightly against the wall. Abruptly Trisha stopped and shifted her position closer to the camera, drawing her legs apart into a spread eagle position.

“I’m getting close, and I want you to see everything,” she said in an undertone.

Trisha tilted her pelvis upwards, shamelessly giving the camera a perfect view of her inflamed red pussy and the dark rosebud of her anus nestled between the swells of her buttocks. Trisha’s entire crotch glistened with wetness, and more seemed to be flowing down the crack of her ass. Since she hadn’t wet her hands with spit or anything, Beth knew that all that juice was straight from her pussy. Feeling the growing wetness between her own legs, she smiled knowingly.

With one hand Trisha pulled the skin at the top of her cleft and popped her swollen clit from under its hood, while with the other she began directly stroking the bright pink bump, occasionally dipping her fingers in her leaking hole for fresh lubrication. Trisha threw her head back against the pillow, licking her lips and moaning “uh, uh, uh” as her body trembled and her thighs jiggled, the intense sensation of rubbing directly on her clit head driving her wild with lust. Her fingers moved faster and the pitch of her voice increased until all of a sudden she groaned and gasped, “Oh god, I’m gonna come!”

Trisha’s hips hunched upwards sharply, mashing her clit into her hand as her lungs sucked in short bursts of air. She froze, her mouth hanging open in an expression of agonized anticipation. Every muscle in Trisha’s young body clenched, the tendons in her calves standing out as she strained right on the edge of release. Beth swore she could see Trisha’s cunt gape open even wider and her fleshy pink canal start to push out, until suddenly the girl’s lungs released a rush of air and she shrieked, tossing her head and arching her back as her body writhed in a powerful climax. Muscles deep in the young girl’s vagina pulsed in rapid contractions, her stomach heaving and the dark star of her sphincter winking open and closed in time with each orgasmic convulsion. Trisha’s hand twitched on top of her clit, drawing out the feelings of ecstasy for as long as she could.

Beth had never watched another girl come before and thought Trisha looked absolutely beautiful – stunning, in fact.

Soon enough it was over, and Trisha lay spent on her back, breathing heavily with her legs splayed open and her satisfied sex organs on full display. Beth heard her mumble something to herself about a great ‘O’ as she ran her hands over her body. Eventually Trisha sighed contentedly and leaned over on her side, looking into the camera with a wide grin on her face and giggling. She was obviously quite pleased with herself. She looked between her legs and started laughing out loud, giving her pussy a few hard slaps with her hand as she looked back at the camera. “That was one of the best ever! I got so horny knowing someone’s gonna be watching this — it made me super wet. Just look at my bed!”

Trisha stood up and took the camera, holding it over the bed as she focused on a dark wet stain that her masturbation session had left on the sheets. Beth could see the outline of Trisha’s ass from where her pussy’s leaking juices had pooled around it, and there was a smear of something thick and white in the middle. The camera swung up to her face. “Just look at the mess I made,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip playfully. “I’m such a dirty girl… I don’t know what my mom thinks of my sheets when she changes them!”

The camera’s view blurred and re-focused on a close-up of Trisha’s now red and swollen pussy. Her skin was glossy with slick lubrication and thick white cream oozed from between her protruding labia. With one hand Trisha spread the top of her furrow, pulling the skin of her clit hood back and for the first time giving Beth a close-up look at the pointed pink nub of her bloated clitoris. Gooey strings of lubrication stretched from one side of her deep cleft to the other.

“She’s so big now,” commented Trish, obviously referencing her clit. “She still feels like she’s on fire!”

Trisha released her grip and her little love button disappeared amongst the soothing warm folds of flesh. Her fingers moved lower, sliding along her labia and between her legs, coming out coated with gooey pussy juice and streaks of something thick and white. Her gleaming fingers moved upwards, the camera following them all the way until she stuck them in her mouth and cleaned them off with a loud smack of her lips. She moaned appreciatively at the heady taste of her aftermath.

“I love making myself come like that before school… then my pussy feels warm and happy all morning.” Her hand disappeared from view and came back with another thick coating of sexual fluids that she again sucked from her fingers.

Trisha smiled into the camera and licked her lips. “Mmm, I hoped you liked watching my O… I really enjoyed showing it to you.” The camera shook as she picked it up, and a moment later the screen went black. The video was over.

Beth sat on the edge of her bed, too stunned to move. That was so fucking hot, she thought to herself, slightly uncomfortable at her own use of foul language even if it was only in her head.

She reached down to her crotch and found that her pajama bottoms now had a very large wet spot, the damp fabric wedged in the crack of her pussy and clinging to her skin. Shifting her position, she felt another trickle of lubrication leak between her legs. She couldn’t believe she was so turned on — and all from watching another girl masturbate.

What would the next video show? Beth quickly queued up the second file.

Continue on to Part Two

By Cassandra Blue

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2006 }

I parked a couple of hundred feet down the road and stepped out of the car in the hot night. I gently closed the car door and stood there in the dark, looking toward the light that stood above the old farmhouse. God, what was I doing? It was crazy. Yes, it was crazy, but it had to be done. I had to see my love before I could go on.

I began walking up the road, slowly at first then faster, and then Molly began barking. Shit, I had forgotten about Molly. She wasn’t just barking either; she was growling and snarling viciously. I got closer to the house as the big old dog came bounding down to me, ready to tear me apart.

“Molly, it’s me,” I said. “It’s Kat.”

Fortunately my scent and the sound of my voice calmed her and her snarls turned to playful and excited whimpers. I knelt down and petted her soft coat and calmed her. She put her paws on my shoulders and licked my face. That was Molly, the snow white collie, old now but still big and beautiful.

“Quiet now, girl,” I told her, standing up and walking up the hill to the house as Molly tagged along close behind. I began to shake a bit, nervous and afraid and excited all at the same time. Sweat dripped from my brow as I stepped around the house to the back door.

I opened the door, silently thanking whoever had been liberal with the oil can on the hinges. I carefully closed the door and stepped cautiously. An old house is an old house and there’s no way to keep the floor from creaking. I had grown up in that house and knew where to step, but you never knew when a new squeak or groan might find its way into the boards.

The hardest part was the stairs, the stairs up to where my angel slept, those old stairs I had sneaked up and down many a time in the middle of the night. I slipped off my hard shoes and started up, stepping to the edges of the stairs. I’d forgotten just how many steps there were; it seemed like forever reaching the top, but I got there with just the slightest groan on the top step.

Her door was at the end, the one opposite my sister’s all the way at the other end. I moved slowly, allowing my toes to touch each board before lowering my full weight. It all seemed so slow and frightening, but well worth it. I turned the knob and entered her room, only allowing myself a glimpse to make sure it was her sleeping on the bed before turning to close the door. Then, taking a breath, I turned and looked.

Words cannot express what I felt looking upon my sweet Maggie, my beautiful little girl, my sister’s child. The last time I had seen her she had just turned ten years old. Now she was halfway between eleven and twelve. Time had not marred her. My God, in the soft light of the moon she looked even more beautiful than before.

She was on her side, wearing a very small nightgown, her slender legs stretched out with the feet straight and the little toes curled. I made my way to the small lamp on the bedside table. I turned the switch and looked at her again in the light. It only got better. She had a golden tan, not the sort of tan you get stretched out and covered with lotion, but the kind you get running and playing in the summer sun, bathing in Miller’s stream, lying in the grass and looking up at the shapes in the clouds.

I knelt down at the edge of the bed and looked into her round face. I reached over, allowing my fingers to brush the soft little hairs above her brow. Her hair was light brown but lightened by the sun so that some strands shimmered like gold. I began to let my fingers move closer to her skin to slowly caress my girl awake. I stroked her round forehead and then let the back of my hand caress her upper cheek. Her breathing changed, she yawned, and then, with all of the drama that I had dreamed of, opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Aunty K-,” she began to squeal, but I covered her mouth and shushed her.

“Hello, my angel,” I said, shedding tears that I could not – and did not try to – control. In her tight embrace, I sobbed quietly at her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much, my sweet Maggie.”

“I love you, too, Aunt Kat.”

“I had to see you, my dear sweet love,” I told her. “I had to come. I want to take you for a ride. You see, I knew that your mom wouldn’t let me in the door, Maggie, but I had to see you. Will you come and take a ride with me before she wakes up?”

“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “Let me get dressed and I’ll come with you.”

“Come as you are, sweetie; just as you are.”

I helped her off the bed and I went around and shut off her light. The two of us went out the door together. I will not detail again that long slow journey through the house; I will just say that young Maggie was evidently training herself in the art of sneaking around the old house just as I had. When we got outside, I grinned at her and told her how I used to sneak out at her age. She grinned back as Molly greeted her with an excited bark and she pet the old girl and hushed her.

We walked down the road toward the old car and I opened the door for her. Molly didn’t try to come along; when we got to the car, she turned and headed back to the house. I started up the car and turned it around in the gravel, heading the other way, with my sweet little Maggie snuggled up to my arm.

There was so much to say, so much I had rehearsed on my drive along the endless road to see her, but I was much too overwhelmed to utter a word of it. Maggie, too, remained silent. I wondered if she knew where we were headed. I wondered if she remembered. I wondered…

I had to look for it, that old dirt road that veered off into the trees by Miller’s stream. I slowed the car and peered out through the bug-spattered windshield.

“It’s just up there,” Maggie said, pointing out beyond the headlights and off to the right.

We got up to the turn-off, I pulled off onto the dirt, and I welcomed Maggie onto my lap. She planted her pert round butt on my upper thighs and lay back against me.

“It’s so quiet here,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“I miss it sometimes,” I sighed.

“I… miss you all the time,” my little girl said, just like that, and she sighed.

“Baby…” I began, but fear stopped me. I was afraid to bring up what had happened between us before, what I had done, what…

“Do you remember what we did?” I blurted out, feeling foolish afterward for asking so anxiously.

“Yes,” she answered with a quiver in her voice. “I… I think about it all the time, Aunt Kat.”

“I just… I’m sorry, but I have to know how you felt… about…”

Maggie sat up and turned to look at me. Her eyes dropped and she took a breath before she looked up at me again.

“Do you ever think about the way I touched you?”

“Yes.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Maggie maneuvered herself around, turning to straddle my lap, and she looked in my face and placed her hands on my cheeks. There was a soft look in her eyes then, and I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Her lips came closer to mine and met them. Her kiss was soft and sweet and lingering. Her touch was so gentle and soft, unlike any touch I had ever felt before. When her lips pulled away, she looked at me tenderly. “I love you, Kat,” she said.

“I asked you how…”

“No,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “No talking,” she whispered, and she pressed her mouth to mine once again, this time more forcefully. I allowed her to explore my lips, suck at them, rub at them, caress them with her own. I was surprised, taken aback, and a bit frightened by what was happening. For a moment it was as if I was the child and she was the woman, but reality took hold and I gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I told her, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair. “I want you to, yes, but not if you don’t…”

“I do,” she said, once again putting her finger to my lips. “More than anything. Can we watch the sunrise together, like we used to?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Will you touch me like you did…?”

“Of course, my sweet lover.”

My beautiful niece lifted her arms and I lifted her nightgown, exposing her slender young body almost completely, pulling it off over her head and tossing it aside. Maggie turned around again, lying back against me, her arms out to her sides. She sighed as I began to kiss at her ear and her neck, my hands caressing her arms as she sat very still. The smell of her, the warmth of her, her softness was all intoxicating to me. My kisses moved to her neck and my hands moved to her chest, my fingertips dancing lightly upon her flesh. She began to breathe just a little faster. When I touched her nipples, I felt her legs twitch ever-so-slightly, as if a small spark had been set off between them. I felt the little nipples harden as I rubbed them, and once again her breath seemed to quicken.

I became aware of the light, the beginning of the dawn, its light pale and unobtrusive. One of my hands moved down, the fingertips gliding over the plains of her tummy. Her legs spread further apart as I got closer. I felt the tingle in my loins, a tingle of excited anticipation as I slipped one hand inside her little cotton panties. The car felt so small with her body so closely pressed against me. I felt myself shaking with her as I began to stroke the little hood where the clitoris lived. I felt her every little movement and heard her every sound. Birds may have been singing, the light may have been creeping in, but to me all that existed was my Maggie’s pleasure. Very quickly I reached up and tilted the rear-view mirror so that I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved as she breathed. She was trembling. Her hips began to move, as if to grind against my fingers.

For the longest time I touched her like that, watched her in the mirror as the light became stronger while remaining soft and pale. I saw her head move from side to side. Then, quite suddenly, in a fevered sort of frenzy, Maggie lifted her butt off my thighs and jerked down her panties. She lifted one leg so she could pull one foot though them. Then she rested again, drawing my hand in, pressing it firmly to her clitoris, clutching at my other hand, slipping her fingers through mine and squeezing tight.

“Oh…” she whimpered, her breaths becoming gasps. “Oh, please…”

“Yes, my love,” I said. “Let it out. I have you.”

The next thing I knew her thighs came together and her whole body seized. Her breath stopped and she let out a squeal as it hit her, a wonderfully powerful orgasm. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as she let out the most beautiful sounding little cries, soft cries mixed in with her convulsing breaths. It was then that the first ray of sunlight came into the car, and it fell directly upon her sweet face. Bathed in light, she held on. Time seemed to stop there for a moment as the feeling seemed to remain with her, and I continued to press my fingers to her clitoris until I heard her breathing quiet.

“Oh, my love,” I whispered in her ear. I looked up into the rear-view mirror and saw her eyes looking at me. I began to take my hand from between her legs, but she grabbed it and pulled it back.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Please…”

My sweet Maggie was begging for more. I could not have dreamed of such a reaction; in fact, I had wondered all through my journey if my touches would be welcome at all. There I was, and there she was with me, delightfully and beautifully naked, aroused and excited and searching for another sweet orgasm at the touch of my trembling hand.

“Oh, my little girl,” I said, “I dreamed of doing this so many times.”

“Me, too…” she sighed, her voice soft and breathless. “Oh, please… yes…”

I felt her body quake and quiver and I rubbed her clitoris feverishly. Once again, with a delightful squeal, she found her pleasure. She cried out in release as the second orgasm surged through her in spasms and I struggled to hold onto her as she seemed about to fall off to one side. With a womanly passion, she reached up and grasped my head, turning her own to press her lips to mine in a hungry French kiss.

It had grown very hot in the car, and it was then that my Maggie slipped off my lap and took my hand. She smiled, spreading my fingers out and looking up at me as she kissed them, one by one.

“Did you really think about me touching you when I was gone?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, just a little in the beginning… but then I started doing it a lot.”

“Did you touch yourself when you thought about it?”

“Hee hee…” Maggie laughed sweetly. “Yes.”

My attention was snapped away just as I was about to kiss my angel. It was a car coming up behind us. It was not just any car. It had lights on top. They were not lit up, but that did not matter. What mattered was that the driver’s side door was opening and the police officer was getting out.

“M-Maggie, you might want to put on your nightgown… quickly.”

The little girl turned to look and grabbed her nightgown. The cop stopped to look at the out-of-state license plate and walked slowly, as big shot cops like to do, the whole John Wayne bit. That gave Maggie plenty of time to put on her little nightgown, but then she plopped herself right on my lap. When the cop got to the window and looked in, her big smile was the first thing he saw.

“Hi, Mister Daley,” she said. I had forgotten what it was like living in small town America, knowing everyone. But I didn’t remember this man, and he didn’t know me. I was sweating bullets, feeling just how hot it had grown in the car, and not feeling very well. I hadn’t eaten for a while, and the stress made me feel weak.

“Hello, Maggie,” the cop said. “How are you?” I kept my head down, but I could feel his eyes on me. “Maybe you can introduce me to your friend.”

“Oh, you mean my Aunt Katherine?” Maggie grinned. “She’s here for a surprise visit. Isn’t that nice?”

“Well… yes,” the officer said. Maggie kept that beautiful grin beaming. It made it difficult for the cop to be anything but friendly. I felt Maggie’s hand take mine. She drew it up under her nightgown and in between her legs where the flesh was still bare. I turned my head slightly and saw her panties lying on the passenger’s side of the front seat. I closed my eyes and swallowed. I wanted to reach over and tuck them somewhere, but my hand was busy doing something else.

“How are you doing this morning, ma’am?” the cop asked me.

“I-I’m very well… officer.”

“You know, this isn’t really an appropriate parking spot, ma’am.”

“Oh, Mister Miller, people are always parking here,” Maggie smiled. I felt a tremble below, where her fingers pressed mine against her swollen little clit. She was on fire down there, but up above she was cool as a cucumber. “Are you trying to give my aunt a hard time?”

“Well… I… um…” the cop was without a comeback. “The point is…”

“Are you bored, Mister Miller?” Maggie asked. “My grandpa says that you guys get bored and you go out and hassle people.”

“Oh, when did he say that, Maggie?”

“When you gave him a ticket for driving too fast. Remember that?”

“Oh,” the cop said, looking down. I sensed that he was embarrassed; I didn’t know why and it didn’t matter. Maggie was winning, the little minx. She was amazing. And the whole time she was charming and outwitting the cop, she was pressing my fingers to her sweet sex. I was reeling.

“Well, ma’am, I am sorry to bother you. Maggie, you have a nice day.”

“I’ll tell my grandpa you said hi,” Maggie said.

The cop walked back to his car, got in, backed out and drove away. My eyes followed him in the rear-view mirror, then caught my Maggie looking at me. She was rocking her hips, riding my hand.

“Little girl,” I said, “you are out of this world. Why would you make me rub on you with the cop standing there?”

“I just like being sneaky; it makes me tingly,” she sighed. “Did you like how I talked to him?”

“Yes, but why did he get all soft when you talked about my dad?”

“He got in big trouble…” she gasped, her lower lip quivering. “My grandpa went to the station and complained about the ticket. He’s friend’s with… the chief.”

My little girl had sweat glistening on her brow, so I wiped it away. I was eager to see my little girl come to another orgasm, but she stopped me, grasping my hand. “It’s hot in here…” she said.

I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“Maybe we should go for a walk and cool off.  You wanna go down to the stream?”

Oh, the memories, the memories of Miller’s Stream! It was there that I kissed my little lover — really kissed her — for the first time.

We had gone for a walk together, and I had told Maggie the secret about my sexuality, my love of other women. She had never heard of such a thing before, but was clearly delighted by the idea of girls loving girls.

That’s when I truly went for broke, and confessed the deep, dark secret that no one else knew about me… my sexual desire for young girls. I told her of the excitement, the fierce craving I felt for adolescent cuties that made me tremble inside. How badly I wanted to kiss them, touch their baby-soft skin, guide them gently into the world of love. I guess my secret had been bottled up inside me for far too long, because I told Maggie far more than I had intended.

She never seemed disturbed by my confessions, though. Her hand remained in mine as we walked together, her questions honestly curious. Then she halted mid-stride, gazed up at me and asked the question that changed everything between us.

“Aunt Kat,” she began hesitantly, “do you… have you ever, um, felt that way about me?”

My heart was suddenly thumping, my mouth dry. I knew full well what I risked by being honest with her… the very real possibility of losing my precious niece. Making her fear me — or at least uncomfortable in my presence. And yet, and yet… I couldn’t lie to Maggie.

“Yes,” I said in a small voice. “I have thought about you… that way. M-many times.”

She stood silently, digesting this revelation. I was terrified, on the verge of tears. What had I just done?

And then, she took my hand in hers, a gentle smile on her lips. “Aunt Kat… would you like to kiss me?”

I doubt I will ever again experience a joy as absolute as what I felt at that moment. Not a word could I speak — I only nodded my head foolishly.

Maggie opened my jacket, then slipped inside with me, her slender arms winding around my back. Her face tilted up toward mine, her eyes closed. And we kissed.

But now I wasn’t much in the mood for that, not after the cop’s visit. Nearly getting caught with my Maggie naked in the car — as well as the other things I could have been nailed for, had he called in — had not set well with my stomach.

But Maggie looked up at me and smiled and her charm worked its magic. I looked in those eyes, wrapped my fingers tight around the door handle, jerked it down and heaved a sigh.

The world was always there. It was weighing on me and it had been for a long time. Maggie made the world go away, just the same way she made the cop go away. She did it with a smile and a touch and a sweet little sigh. I loved her and I felt safe with her. Imagine that, a woman who has held people at gunpoint and taken their money being protected by an innocent — well, innocent but wily — ten-year-old girl with beautiful brown eyes.

My God, why was I here? Why had I come back, knowing I would have to leave her again? And now, seeing what she had turned into, it would be even harder to leave her. And it would be hard to go back to Janice.

Janice was my mentor and partner in crime, my lover, but she was not my friend. She wasn’t much of a lover either, but that’s another story. The fact is that with Maggie near me, in my arms or by my side, I could not even think of Janice in the same light. I had left her abruptly to come here, left her while she was sleeping, just a short note on the motel nightstand telling her I would be back in a couple of days. It was sure to anger her, and she was not a good-tempered woman.

With Maggie leading me by the hand, we descended the hill to Miller’s Stream. I felt so dizzy, and not so sure-footed, while my little lover moved so gracefully on her bare feet. Oh, it really hit me, the host of memories that came flooding back as I sat down at the edge of the water. Maggie sat next to me and put her feet and legs in the water. She reached down and put her hands in and brought a splash of water up to her face. I did the same. It felt good.

“Take off your shoes, Kat.”

I did take off my shoes and my socks, and I rolled up my pants legs and dipped into the water. Oh, so cool it was! And on tired feet it felt better than wonderful. I held my Maggie’s hand and kicked my feet as she kicked hers. It was all good, all sweet, all innocent, and I forgot everything again, everything but her and myself.

She was more than beautiful at that moment, and as she reached down, lifted her nightgown and took it off there by the stream, I was in awe of her body. In the car, I had not really had the chance to gaze upon her in all of her naked splendor. I took her hands, both of them, and guided her to sit on my legs, facing me, straddling my knees. I grinned at my girl and looked her over.

Oh, who had created this work of beauty that sat so still and quiet before me? Surely something, some being with the eye of an artist, a renaissance painter, had produced this masterpiece. How could she have just appeared here by chance, by mere genetic code, by such cold scientific principles as we’re taught in school? No, I did not believe in the bible, but I knew that someone somewhere had worked a miracle in creating my young Maggie.

From the top of her head to her sweet face, along the curve of her neck, her smooth shoulders, the roundness of her upper chest, the summer golden glow covering her skin, golden all over, and her little buds poking out like little tiny cones, the nipples stiffening as I touch them, pinch them so gently, I lower my head and suckle at them, and her tummy so flat and perfect and brown and smooth and kissable, her thighs the same, firm and shapely like a woman’s thighs, the thighs of a well-fed farm girl, and between them that sweet little crack spread open, dark red lips protruding, the pink beyond revealing itself as I reach down and spread the lips and seek out the swollen bud of her clit, hiding from me under its fleshy hood, but I rush, forgetting the full legs, the calves so shapely and sexy and the pretty feet and edible little toes…

I took one leg and raised it so I could kiss one foot. I kissed it, then sucked at her toes as she watched me with a sweet smile. My hand was working on her all the while, rubbing her clit slowly and gently to start, only because I wanted to taste her, to make her come with my mouth for the first time. Yes, I wanted desperately to taste my Maggie’s sweet little sex, to make her grind against my face, to make her come under the teasing and exploring of my tongue.

I nibbled my way down her thighs, and then I beckoned her to move up, to sit with her pussy over my face as I lay back and used my tongue. She moved over my face eagerly, as curious to feel it as I was to taste her for the first time. She spread her legs over my head, spread them far apart, and the red and pink flower blossomed like a rose. I began licking the flower whose nectar tasted of a tangy sort of sweetness.

I felt my little niece react immediately. She seemed ready for any and all pleasures, so ready that I have to admit to being a bit timid. It is one thing to kiss and fondle an ten-year-old girl and be uncertain about her feelings, but to be under the spell of the same girl two years later, a girl excited beyond belief, it makes you doubt reality. I really did imagine for a moment that I was back in the car sleeping somewhere on the road, or maybe back in the motel, dreaming all of this.

“Oh, Kat…” the angel sang. “Oh, that feels so… so good.”

I could not speak for what I was doing, but if I could I would have told her that the pleasure belonged to her, it was there for the taking, that it was intended to be so. Once again, only a higher being could create something so pleasurable, but I will not digress beyond that. What she was feeling was wonderful and right; no one can tell me different. And as she approached orgasm, I was working at myself, slipping my hand down the front of my pants, tingling like crazy, feeling a little out of control.

“Oh… my… God!” she squealed. She was grinding on my mouth when it hit her. Her cries echoed there through the trees as she seemed to lose control, and I had to hold her to keep her from falling, hold her as I laid her gently on the hard ground, my head tightly pressed between her squeezing thighs. “Oh… oh… it feels so…” and again she squealed, as if another had begun before the first had gone. It was all I could do to wiggle my tongue against her clit with her legs gripping me like a vice. Her juices flowed sweet and tart and coated my face. My own loins were singing, craving release.

With an expression of total satisfaction, relaxed as she could be, my Maggie lay there on the ground. I lifted my head from between her thighs and moved up next to her, lying on my side, caressing her flushed golden skin.

“Kat, that felt so wonderful,” she said, her voice soft and breathless and sweet. “Never leave me.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” I told her, feeling a lump in my throat, “I don’t want to leave you, but I can’t stay here.”

Maggie reached a hand out and stroked my cheek with her little fingers. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes soft and moist. She looked away.

“I understand,” she said. She rested there, still caressing my face, and then turned to look into my eyes again. She put her arms about my neck and pulled me close, kissing my lips, and then hugging tightly to her shoulder. I felt her lips touch my ear. And she whispered, “Take me with you.”

Take her with me? God, how I wanted to! But how could I? My thoughts were racing each other as I lay there holding my sweet Maggie, thoughts of her sitting in some lonely motel room with me, her whole life ahead of her yet stuck hiding out with me. They would come after me for taking her, and then we would really be on the run. And what about Janice? She was back there with most of the loot and there was no way she would go for taking a ten-year-old girl along for the ride.

Not for the first time, I felt a deep regret for the life I had. Well, I hadn’t so much chosen it as I had allowed it to choose me. But why couldn’t I have met someone nice, someone who wasn’t a thief? Janice hated the world and everybody in it, and she robbed people because they had it coming. For me, it was a game, but for her it was fuck or get fucked. She was a true dyke, stereotypical, the kind people made fun of, the kind who hated men but cut her hair and dressed like a man.

And as I lay there with my naked little lover, I actually thought of Janice and got disgusted. I had really gone astray. I had gone with Janice — let’s face it — because she was like a man. She was strong, a protector, and she had that romantic look of an outlaw. I was a weak-willed person, easy to persuade because I had no idea how to take care of myself, let alone anyone else.

“Maggie,” I said, “there is no way I can take you with me.”

“No?” the little girl sobbed. “Why not?”

“You don’t know anything about my life, angel. I’ve been places and I’ve done… things. You don’t want to come with me, really.”

“Yes, I do,” she said. “I don’t like living with Grandma and Grandpa. They don’t let me have any fun.”

“But you’re clothed and well-fed and you have Molly and a nice warm bed…”

“Everything I say or do is a sin, Kat!”

Oh, there it was, wasn’t it? Sin, the big S word. The good old Baptists, standing so tall and prim and proper! God, how I hated the way they indoctrinated the young. And if you rebelled, there came the rod.

“Do they spank you, Maggie?”

“Ye-es,” Maggie said, “they do.”

Oh God, the spankings. But they glorified it by saying it was the Lord’s way. They said it was not done with anger, it was not a beating. It was a ritual, the telling of what you’ve done wrong, sitting down, taking you across their lap, and using a belt or a switch so that the bare hand never makes contact with your flesh. They say it is love, the Lord’s way. Spare the rod, spoil the child. It is not to break your spirit, but your will to do wrong.

So, dear Mother and Father, where did my spirit go if you did not take it from me?

“Oh, Kat, please…” she said tearfully. “I can touch you, too. I can make you feel good like you make me feel good.”

The thought of that made me tingle. At the same time, I felt so unclean, so dirty in her presence. Why couldn’t I just shut off my thoughts for a second and feel?

“I want to do it now,” she said.

“What?” I asked.

“Touch you…”

“You do?”

Within seconds my Maggie was straddling me again, but this time she was unbuttoning my shirt. A smile appeared on her face, a renewed excitement stopping the tears. I reached up and wiped those tears away and gave myself to her for the moment. My thought was, what if this is the only chance we ever get for such a thing, for her to pleasure me and for me to feel pleasure from her?

My shirt was open and I sat up, allowing her to slip it off. I unhooked my bra and removed it for her, as I thought her little fingers would not be up to such a task. She looked at my breast as I lay back down. She hesitated, then reached out and stroked them with her fingers. She focused on the nipples, caressing them to hardness, grinning at the result.

“Pinch them, sweetie,” I said. “I like that.”

“Really?” And she pinched them really hard, but that was just how I liked it! I gasped and closed my eyes, feeling the shock waves go through my body. When I opened them again, all I could see was Maggie’s smile, and the look in her eyes that told me she was going to enjoy this.

“Can I suck on them?”

“Don’t even ask, baby,” I said softly. “Do as you please. I am sure that anything you do is going to feel good.”

My Maggie lay against me and I stroked her hair as she closed her mouth about one nipple. To my surprise, she reached up and pinched the other so as not to neglect it while she sucked the one. Oh, it was so heavenly to be suckled by her, and knowing I liked the pinching, she even bit, but she used some restraint there. She switched from one nipple to the other and it felt so good that it caused a tingling in my loins. I began moving my legs below, squeezing them together. My Maggie lifted her face from my breast and grinned.

“Now I get to touch your cunt.”

“Where,” I gasped, “where did you ever hear such a word?”

“A boy said it on the playground.”

Oh, well, on every playground there’s a kid who knows it all, isn’t there? I undid my pants and Maggie lay beside me. I took her hand and slipped it down my panties. I spread my lips, then I pressed her fingers to my clit.

“Rub just like that,” I whispered.

The excitement of her touching me easily made up for any awkwardness in her probing… and her mouth was right back at my closest nipple, biting and sucking at it as she worked her fingers at my clit. I tried my best to clear my mind of everything, and my Maggie helped in that way, for after a moment I could think of nothing but what she was doing to me.

If I did think of anything, it was about the first time another girl had touched me in such a way. Like Maggie, and like me at the time, she had been young and inexperienced, but oh how her touch had thrilled me!

Maggie was so patient about her fondling, I was surprised. And it was nice. I was used to having to rush myself, sometimes even faking it, but here there was no rush. When I finally asked Maggie to rub faster and more firmly, it was my clit begging for it. I was on the edge, and I needed a push.

The world was spinning and I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and the tingle, the fire rising inside. I held my breath, tensing time after time, reaching for it, like a piece of fruit dangling just beyond my grasp, and then, suddenly, it was there and I let the pleasure take me.

“Oh!” I cried, and I felt Maggie press herself to me as I came. It was a wonderful orgasm, the kind that comes from waiting, from allowing the fire to slowly build. It lasted a long time, and I know that it excited Maggie, for I could feel her grinding against my thigh. “Oh, my love,” I said, “that was wonderful.”

“Mmmm,” she smiled softly at me as I looked at her. “That was fun. You want me to lick you now?”

“Oh, baby,” I said, dreading the words, “I should be getting you back to the house.”

By saying that I instantly turned my niece’s smile to a frown. Was there any way I could leave this time without breaking her little heart? God, I hated the world, for all its taboos, its righteousness, its hypocrisy.

I have to say that my little niece did her best not to cry as we climbed back up to the car and climbed in, she put her panties on and I pulled the car out, heading back to the road that led back to my sister’s house. She was quiet and I was quiet, and she snuggled against me as I drove.

When I turned onto the street I’d grown up on, Molly and I looked sadly at one another.

“I love you, Aunt Kat,” she said, gazing forlornly at me. “I wish we could run away and get married.”

“I wish we could too, babe,” I murmured, holding back tears of my own.

I knew I would have to speak to my mother. I didn’t want Maggie to get into trouble. I was the outcast daughter, the bad girl, and it wasn’t going to hurt me to get a helping of whatever my mother dished out. Believe me, she had dished it all out before. The only fear I had was of my father. What if he had discovered Maggie’s absence and stayed home from the field this morning?

When we pulled up to the house, Molly came out barking excitedly and Maggie and I got out, looking sadly at one another. The backdoor opened and there stood my mother, looking at me like she was seeing a ghost.

“Hello, Mother,” I said. “I wanted to see Maggie, so I kind of snuck in–”

“How dare you!” she said. “Maggie, get in the house and go up to your room.”

Maggie rushed to me and stood by my side, hugging me.

“Grandma,” she said. “Please don’t be mad at Aunt Kat. She was just scared to see you.”

“I bet she was!” my mother said. “Get in the house, Maggie!”

“No!” Maggie yelled. “I won’t!”

I sensed a spanking coming now, whatever happened. I wanted so much to say something, but I began to feel dizzy again. I was tired and hungry and thirsty. I needed to sit down, but it was too late for that.

The next thing I knew I was coming to with my head in my mother’s lap. She had pressed a cold washcloth to my brow. The look of concern in her eyes was not something she could conceal. There were even tears. Maggie stood by with a glass of water, and my mother helped me to sit up and have a drink. My mother backed away from me and maintained her distance. She wiped her eyes with her apron.

“Are you hungry?” my mother asked with little emotion.

“Yes,” I said.

“Well, I can cook you some bacon and eggs, then you’ve got to be on your way. I can’t let you go without giving you a good meal, Katherine, but that’s all I can do.”

“I know.”

“You look like you need some rest. There’s a motel just up the road near Lancer’s. It’s where the sinners go to bed down together come the weekend. You should feel right at ho-” and she stopped there. “You should be able to rest there, if you have the money for a room.”

“I do.”

“All right then. Wait here. I will bring your breakfast out in a few. Maggie, say your goodbyes and get back in the house. You’re not even dressed proper.”

My heart sank. My mother would not even allow me inside. And Maggie stood there, tears welling in her eyes. This was all happening much too fast. I didn’t have time to think. God, I wanted to take Maggie, jump in the car and run away with her, take her far away from here. But I lacked the strength, the spirit.

Maggie stepped over to me, she put her arms about my neck and hugged me tightly. I felt as if she were being stripped away from me, and she must have felt the same, only ten times worse. She left my shoulder warm and wet with her tears and then ran. The door slammed. I looked up. Molly came to me. I pet and hugged the old girl as I cried. Molly whimpered and licked my face, as if she knew.

Not much to say about the remainder of my visit. I ate the food. It was how I remembered, delicious. And my mother even cracked a smile, almost, as I thanked her. I got up, walked to my car, turned and looked up. I saw Maggie looking down from her open window. I looked at my mother. She hesitated at the door, looking my way.

“Mother?”

“Yes,” she said.

“I’ll be at the motel you told me about, if you want to talk. But I’ll be probably be leaving after I have a good sleep, so I–”

“We have nothing to talk about, Katherine,” she said, her face a stone wall. “But I’ll pray for you.” Then she turned away.

I got in the car. I started it up. I pulled out and drove away. I found the motel. I got a room. I went to this liquor store across the way and bought a bottle. I made myself as comfortable as I could, watched the crap on the TV, and passed out.

I slept for quite a while. I woke up a couple of times, but just drank some more and passed out again. It was only when I woke up early in the morning, long past when my mother would have had a chance to come talk with me, that I tossed what was left of the bottle, took a shower and headed back out onto the road.

I felt numb, driving away from everything I knew again, and the only person I loved with all my heart and soul. I searched the radio for anything, but all I got was fuzz. I turned it off. I stuck my arm out the window. As the light entered the sky and I breathed in the morning air, I smelled a familiar smell. If I hadn’t been so hollow, so empty, I might have enjoyed it — and I knew what it was, it was what remained of Maggie, her presence in the car, the scent she had left there.

The End

By Joanne

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in November 2010 }

She’s just turned eight years old. I’m her grandmother.

We live some distance apart, and my daughter’s husband doesn’t approve of me, so I see little Chloe very rarely. We are together now only because my son-in-law is away on business, and my daughter has taken the opportunity to give me and Chloe some quality time together.

Chloe is a lovely and loving child, and whenever we are together all she wants to do is play. She teases me and runs away giggling, just as her mother did all those years ago, wanting me to chase her, to catch and tickle her. At eight years old, she’s ticklish just about everywhere — just like her mother was.

Sometimes when she’s cheeky I throw her across my knees and pretend to spank her. She loves that — squirming, not really trying to escape, just wriggling and squealing with laughter. A joy to behold, she is, and a sight that sends delicious tingles between my legs. She has her quieter moments too, when she just curls up in my lap, snuggling into me, warm and secure.

Often though, she will sit on my knee and beg me to stroke her back, in exactly the same way her mother did. I always loved doing that for her mother all those years ago, when she was a little girl… though I felt uneasy about it at first, and wouldn’t do it until she begged me to.

I touched my daughter Evie that way just to please her; not realizing, back then, what effect it would eventually have on both her and on me. I was shocked at what happened, at the time — now, I get wet just from the memory of it.

Evie would sit on the chair between my outspread legs, watching children’s television. I would gently and lightly stroke her back. She would purr her contentment but continue to watch TV, laughing at the funny bits. She would arch her back involuntarily as her lower back was reached by my caressing fingers. As she did this her bottom would rub up against me, pressing into my vulva. I had not expected such a reaction just from caressing my little girl’s back, but loved it. If Evie was even aware of what she was doing to me, she never let on.

Over the several weeks that followed my stroking got more and more daring — caressing her ears, her neck and her back down to the waistband of her panties. After a few times, she tried something new: pulling her top up to expose her bare back, which intensified the delicious chills running through her and made me more aroused than ever. I remember the smoothness and warmth of my daughter’s bare skin — and the effect that touching her had on me.

You see, by the time my little girl had started kindergarten, I was already a confirmed lesbian. The man who impregnated me with my child had been a one-night stand; the only male I’d ever had sex with. By the time Evie and I had begun to play our touching game, I’d already been with at least a dozen women, but had a deeper, darker secret: a growing desire for young girls, some even younger than ten.

I never thought that my forbidden craving would actually extend to my own daughter, but once she and I began to play in our special way, it proved impossible for me not to think of Evie as a sexual creature. I knew it was twisted and wrong of me, but those thoughts of making love to my little girl wouldn’t leave me alone. With our touching game, though, I felt that I was able to indulge my baby and myself without giving into my lust for her.

Give me credit for this much — I didn’t approach her first, and I never caressed Evie until she came to me and asked me to. The thing was, she seemed to be asking to play our little game more and more often. Nearly every day, in fact. Astonishingly enough, even this wasn’t enough to satisfy my incestuous hunger.

The sessions got more and more intense. Then, one day, she leaned back into me. This pressed her bottom firmly against my pubis, which throbbed wildly at her touch. Lifting the front of her t-shirt, she placed my hands on her bare chest, covering her button nipples. “Touch me here, Mommy?” was all she said.

She leaned into me with her eyes closed as I caressed her nipples, chest and belly, trailing my fingers down to the waistband of her panties.

This became a regular part of our routine: first Evie’s back, then her front… and each time I climaxed as her body pressed against mine, soaking my panties. It was all I could do not to cry out loud.

Then one day, while I was caressing her nipples, she took hold of one of my hands and, without a word, placed it below her panty line. She gasped and her breathing became rasping as I caressed her pubis. She spread her legs wide apart and pushed my hand even further down, between her trembling thighs. I gently cupped my daughter’s sex, only her panties covering the tender flesh of her pudenda. As I touched her that first time, Evie gave a long slow gasp, then began to thrust her hips forward as if she was having sex.

Her vulva would quickly become moist to my touch, soaking her pretty panties, and she would actually grind her bottom against me. I would climax again and again, my cunt flowing freely as I tensed and relaxed my thighs in time with her movements. Soon Evie came herself, mouth slightly open as her gasping and panting grew increasingly intense.

She would then hug me lovingly as she slowly came down from the height of her climax, usually falling asleep soon afterward. I’d hold her in my arms, blissfully content.

We regularly shared pleasure in this way for a couple of months, until the night my Evie became ten. That was when my daughter and I took our relationship to its next stage. It was then that she took hold of my hand and slipped it into her panties. That was when she first became noisy during our little games, moaning out loud and wailing as she came. She quivered all over, crying out, “Yes, yes, oh Mommy, yes.”

After that evening, my daughter knew exactly what she wanted. She would come to me, climb up into my lap and straddle me, facing forward. She would not be wearing panties at all. Evie would pull up her dress to allow me to stroke her bare back. She would squirm and moan as the feelings built up within her, then lean forward as her excitement grew, grinding her bottom back against me while I caressed her nipples, then her belly, her pubis and finally her smooth slit. My baby would scream, “Oh, Mommy… oh, oh, Mommy!” helpless in the grip of ecstasy.

These sessions did not occur every day, only when Evie wanted. Although I wanted her desperately and had to masturbate whenever the desire for my little girl became too strong, I was determined to be patient, to let her decide when we would play our secret game.

Then one day, Evie came to me totally naked. She straddled my knees as usual, but this time facing toward me. Her legs spread wide and her sex was gaping and moist. She just whispered, “Mommy,” just once. That single word told me that she was ready. I placed my hand on the rise of her mound, then worked a finger into my daughter’s vagina.

I thrust the other hand up my skirt and onto my pussy, squeezing it. My cunt throbbed in my hand, the slit dripping with thick fluids. Evie’s head lolled as I explored her with my fingers. Clearly she had penetrated herself before this, for there was no sign of a hymen. The thought of Evie masturbating in her bedroom with just the thickness of the wall between us had my pussy throbbing.

I fucked her with my fingers until she leaned back, clutching my thighs. She whimpered as she came, her juices coating my fingers. I joined her in an explosive orgasm, my panties now all but transparent with wetness.

“More, Mommy, more!” she begged.

I lifted her and laid down on the sofa, swept my hair back, knelt between Evie’s legs and went down on my little girl for the first time, licking every inch of her rosy pudenda until she came again, her cries of rapture music to my ears.

Once Evie had regained her breath, I picked my baby up and carried her to my bedroom, where we resumed our love play. This time, she wanted to explore me, and I was happy to let her. When she lay between my thighs and shyly kissed the fiery flesh of Mommy’s pussy, I moaned in ecstasy. Emboldened, Evie began to lick me, and I was lost to the sheer, undiluted bliss of it all.

Evie slept with me as my lover for the next eight years. Even now, my daughter and I fuck whenever she makes an overnight stay. Usually she comes to me alone, her husband keeping Chloe at home with him.

Now my granddaughter, this little virgin, tender and ripe, is seated in front of me enjoying the attentions I lavish on her bare back. Yes, my daughter has brought her own eight-year-old child to me. She didn’t stay herself, instead choosing to visit an old school friend, a woman I know who has been Evie’s secret lover for years.

Without saying so, my daughter hopes for her little girl to be educated in the ways of the women in our family, given an introduction to the world of lesbian love. And whether Chloe goes on to be straight, bi like her mother, or gay, she will hopefully become my lover for the foreseeable future, making the journey to her grandmother’s house as often as she can.

Then, little Chloe will receive an even sweeter treat — a night when her mommy Evie will join us to share pleasure in the warm haven of my bed, enjoying the body of her child for the first time.

What an incredible experience that will be, when mother, grandmother, and daughter bring their naked bodies together in a passionate dance of love. Just imagining it makes me smile.

The End

By MargaretSexyMum

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2013 }

Cinderella has been an unhappy little girl since her beloved mother passed away when she was very young and her father remarried. He departed some time afterwards, leaving the child in the care of her evil stepmother and two older stepsisters. They did not have Cinderella’s interests at heart and abused the poor girl. Cinderella was required to do all the domestic chores in the house, and was also on call to service her stepmother and sisters whenever they demanded it.

They treat the eleven-year-old as their personal sex slave, and have done so since she was only six. From the time they wake in the morning till they retire for the evening, Cinderella is required to pleasure them whenever they require — and the three horny females require it a lot. The sweet, obedient girl uses her mouth and a collection of sex toys to sate her stepmother’s and stepsisters’ perverted desires.

Cinderella doesn’t really mind performing these acts, because after all her real mother had taught her how girls could make each other feel good by touching their most intimate places. It was just that her stepmother and stepsisters were so ugly and had such poor personal hygiene, and they never even tried return the favor and make her feel good.

Every night Cinderella dreams of escaping her dreary existence and meeting a beautiful girl to spend the rest of her life with. One day her heart leaps when an invitation arrives to a Grand Ball. But she is heartbroken when her stepmother tells her the invitation is not for her, and that she will have to stay at home while they go to the Ball.

That night when the others are asleep and Cinderella is weeping in her room, a fairy godmother appears and assures the girl that she will go to the Ball. But the grey-haired fairy warns her that she must leave the Ball before the clock strikes midnight or her beautiful gown will turn into her normal rags and her clean hair and flawless complexion will return to their usual grubby state.

On the day of the Ball, Cinderella assists her stepmother and sisters with their toilette and to get dressed in their gowns. After they have departed for the Ball the fairy godmother helps Cinderella get ready. She primps and bathes the young girl. The naughty fairy takes her time as she washes the girl all over, even though Cinderella is old enough to bathe herself. The fairy’s fingers probe into places of the young girl’s body that haven’t been touched for a very long time. Cinderella throws back her head and squeals as the fairy massages the tiny nub of her clitoris, bringing her to climax.

When she climbs out of the bath, the fairy godmother dresses Cinderella in a very short white gown that shows off her long coltish legs and barely covers her bottom. The bodice of the dress is very tight, the material almost completely sheer. It hugs her thin frame and shows off the tiny buds blossoming on her chest which are topped with pretty pink nipples. Her legs are bare except for the pair of glass slippers she wears, showing off her perfectly manicured feet, her toenails painted a bright cherry red.

“But fairy godmother,” the girl says nervously, “I thought ball gowns were supposed to be floor length…? This one barely covers my coochie, and everyone will be able to see my boobies!”

The fairy smiles sweetly, “Normally dresses are longer and more demure, my dear, but we want the Princess to notice you, don’t we? I am sure she will notice you in this dress. In fact I am willing the bet she won’t be able to keep her eyes — and hands — off you!”

The fairy hands Cinderella a pair of lace panties to wear under her skirt. When the girl pulls them up, she feels that they are very loose.

“Fairy godmother, these underpants are pretty… but I don’t think they fit very well. They are almost falling off.”

“Don’t fret, sweetie, it is all part of the plan,” the fairy assures her.

*     *     *

The moment Cinderella enters the ballroom, all eyes turn to her. The men and the women all secretly lust after the sweet and sexy little nymphet.

When the beautiful and elegant teenage Princess lays eyes on Cinderella, she is immediately smitten and makes her way straight across to her before anyone else has a chance to talk to the young girl. She takes Cinderella’s delicate hand and leads her to the dance floor.

They begin a slow dance, the much taller Princess laying Cinderella’s cheek against her chest and putting her hands on the girl’s bottom as they sway to the music while the other guests gape at the two beauties. The Princess’ roving hands sneak under Cinderella’s short gown to caress her lace-covered bum cheeks. Cinderella is thrilled to feel the older girl’s hands on her bottom, not only because it feels so nice, but because they also help to keep her loose underpants from sliding down around her ankles.

The pair spend the whole evening dancing and talking… and quickly falling in love. As the night grows late, the two girls are sitting in a corner kissing open-mouthed, the Princess gently stroking her new child lover’s cleft through her delicate lace knickers — and then the clock strikes midnight.

Hearing the chimes, Cinderella rises and after a longing look at the beautiful Princess turns and rushes toward the door. As she runs, she stumbles and her loose underpants slide down her legs, causing her to kick them off so she won’t trip and fall.

The Princess watches in shock as Cinderella races for the door, her short skirt flapping up and exposing the young girl’s lovely bare bottom. Then the teenager walks slowly to the middle of the room where she bends down to pick up Cinderella’s discarded underwear, raising the delicate material to her nose to inhale the child’s innocent but slightly musky scent. She also sees a wet spot where she’d been caressing the saucy minx’s slit through the gusset of her undies.

It had been love and lust at first sight for the Princess. The mysterious little nymph had stolen her heart from the moment she saw her entering the ballroom dressed in that scandalous gown. Her desire for the adorable child was overwhelming, and she wanted her in her bed.

With Cinderella gone, the Princess turns to the Queen. “That is the one I want, Mother, more than any other. That pretty little girl in the short dress. I want her for my bride.”

The Queen dotes on her beautiful but headstrong and passionate daughter, and has always accepted her sexual preference which became apparent at an early age. She also has enacted laws to enable women in their Kingdom to wed one another. Although these laws at first had scandalized many of her subjects, over time lesbian couples had begun coming forward to publicly pledge their love and be married.

But never in the Queen’s wildest dreams would she have imagined that her precious daughter would want to wed an underage girl — one who was practically still a child — no matter how desirable she might be. And the Queen did have to admit that the pretty little pixie was delicious. She had thought to herself while watching the girl and her daughter dancing together that she wouldn’t have minded having Cinderella as a whore in her own bed.

The Queen turns to her daughter and says thoughtfully, “But, my darling, she is still only a child. Don’t you want a girl more your own age?”

“Mother, you know I like young girls. You have seen me sharing my bed with the Lady in Waiting’s two daughters, and they are much younger than Cinderella. One is six and the other is seven. We weren’t just sleeping in the same bed, you know, I seduced both of them. They were yummy. Cinderella is eleven years old, she is almost ready to flower into a woman.”

The Queen knows she will never win this argument. “Well, all right, dear. Except I don’t know who the girl is, or how she was invited. I have never seen her before.”

“Then we must find her!” the Princess demands, petulantly stamping her feet. “I want us to be married. Can’t I have her? Please, please, pretty please?”

*     *     *

The Queen, who cannot resist any entreaty of her beautiful daughter, orders a search of the Kingdom to find the mysterious nymphet. The task is made difficult as the only clue they have is the child’s discarded lace panties. The Princess does not let this prized treasure out of her possession. She sniffs the soiled material regularly, provoking memories of the girl’s sweet essence that had filled her nostrils.

A Royal Decree goes out ordering all girls between the ages of ten and twelve years to present themselves at the castle. The Princess inspects each of the girls as they try on the undies. She supplements her visual examination by sniffing the girl’s crotches in the hopes of finding the same scent that is imprinted on her brain.

While the Princess enjoys the search, getting to see and smell hundreds of little girls’ bare clefts, she remains heartbroken that she has still not found the object of her desire. But eventually the palace courtiers discover a child kept in hiding, and she is bought before the Princess.

The Princess notices that the little girl who stands before her in a thin shift does resemble her love… although it is hard to be sure. She instructs the girl to lift the hem of her tattered garment, and admires her plump hairless vulva. After sniffing the discarded panties once more, the Princess takes her time slowly pulling them up the child’s slender thighs until they hang loosely off her hips.

She asks the girl to turn around, and her heart races as she sees that the panties fit just as loosely as she remembered. The undies show off an ample amount of her bottom crack, and the wide leg holes allow the Princess to see the girl’s bald slit.

As a final test, the Princess pushes her nose into the young girl’s pantied crotch. She inhales deeply — and emits a cry of joy as she recognizes the musky scent of her true love. She throws her arms around the child’s waist and presses her face against Cinderella’s mound as her hands grab at the girl’s tiny bum cheeks. She plants a series of kisses all over her panty-covered mons and between her legs.

The Princess is overcome with happiness and lust and sucks on the girl’s crotch through her underpants. She soon tastes evidence that Cinderella is enjoying her oral attentions when her cunt moistens and her juices soak the panties as the Princess feasts on the girl’s tangy sauce.

When she has finished enjoying Cinderella’s charms, the Princess solemnly takes her hand, gets down on one knee, and asks the child to marry her. Cinderella accepts the proposal with pleasure.

A week later the two are married…

and they lived happily ever after

By Rebecka

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2010 }

It’s always the same. Blue blows into town, screws with me until I don’t know what end I should be putting food into, and then she’s gone again. It’s been like this since we were in school.

Blue is my best friend. She is two days older than me, celebrating her birthday on the 26th of May, where mine is on the 28th. We went to the same schools together, K-12, and then were roommates all through college. She took a job as an airline attendant; I went to work for my dad. I love Blue, and I hate her.

“Hey, Guido. I’m laying over for the weekend. Want to get drunk?”

 

* * *

 

Guido was my nickname with Blue, had been ever since middle school. I have no idea where the name came from. She just called me that one afternoon in bed.

“Guido??” I had protested.

At the time, she’d had my left nipple in her mouth and couldn’t answer. She nodded, however, and bunched my small breast between her fingertips to make the nipple puff up. She loved to suck my nipples in those early days, as I loved to suck hers, and of course we still do. At thirteen, I didn’t have much in the way of boobies, though. (Not that I do now.)

I ran my hands through her thick, black hair, still long back then, pulling it behind her head so that I could enjoy my nipple pleasure visually as well as physically. “Don’t you give me another hickey,” I warned.

“I will if I want to.”

“My mom was furious with me the last time.”

“I’ll put it somewhere she won’t see.” She had once left one on the inside of my thigh, just inches below my crotch. If my mother had seen that…

“Don’t give me one at all,” I said, “and I don’t have to worry about it.”

She proceeded to give me one just below my nipple.

“Blue!” I cried. “I told you not to do that!”

She gave me another one, on my other breast just below the nipple. She was such a devil, then and now.

 

* * *

 

“I can be there at your place in half an hour,” she taunted. “We can do it there or go out somewhere, whichever you like.”

“Cut it out,” I said, cupping my hand around the receiver. Dad was in the other room. I lived with my parents.

“When are you getting an apartment of your own?” she demanded.

“When are you going to stop ragging me about it?” I countered. I’d had an apartment for two years after graduation, had gone through three roommates, and finally gave the apartment up when I got laid off. I hadn’t worked for my dad at the time, though I did again now. I couldn’t afford a place of my own. Not until I got a little something saved up.

“I’m at the Hyatt again. Why don’t you pop over, we’ll have a little fun, and then go clubbing?”

The intent of this idea was, that being too drunk to drive home, I would stay the night with Blue in her hotel room, crashed out on the second bed. The thing was, Blue always insisted on a king-sized bed whenever she was in town. Mom and Dad didn’t know that. Though disapproving of my party-going, they did applaud my restraint in not drinking and driving.

“You know I’m gonna say yes,” I grumped.

“Of course you’re gonna say yes,” she replied airily. “You always say yes. You love me.”

The truth was, I loved Blue enough to marry her if I somehow could.

“I’ll be there in half an hour,” I said and hung up. She asks, and I do anything she wants.

On the way over, I fussed and fumed about the impropriety of being in love with someone who thought nothing of deserting me for months at a time. I wouldn’t get a phone call, a letter, an email — nothing, until she suddenly appeared in town and called me. Infuriating. And yet, the instant she was in my sight I lost all trace of my anger. It just melted away. Especially, if, as I suspected would happen tonight, she pulled me to her, right there in the hotel room doorway and stuck her tongue down my throat. Our last time together we hadn’t even made it to the bed.

At the Hyatt, I parked in a luckily open space right up front, walked into the lobby and pressed the Send button on my cell phone. “I’m here,” I said, when she answered.

“Room 723. Turn right getting off the elevator. I’ll be the one standing in the middle of the hallway in my corset, thigh-highs, and thong panties.”

“I wish,” I said, blushing at the thought. Knowing Blue, that might be exactly where she’d be when I got off the elevator.

Fortunately, it wasn’t. I walked down the long hallway to her door and tapped lightly. She opened the door, and stood there in a white cotton blouse buttoned in one place between her breasts. The arm against the door in a seductive pose drew her shirt tails apart, showing her baby-smooth crotch.

“Blue!” Mortified, I tossed a glance over my shoulder at the door opposite us. Was that a flicker in the peephole, someone looking out? I was twice as mortified when I looked back and discovered that she had undone the one button holding the shirt together and had now exposed her breasts. “Blue!” I squealed again, pushing her into the room.

The instant I was inside and the door closed behind me, Blue flipped the shirt back over her shoulders, grabbed me to her and kissed me. My purse hit the floor, and was followed an instant later by my coat. As always, I was nothing but ravenous for her on first sight. She had my top off over my head and my bra pulled down exposing my left nipple, which she latched onto hungrily.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have no idea how much I missed your nipples.” A minute later she had me naked in bed and was giving my tongue a workout it hadn’t seen since she’d last had me in bed.

“You haven’t been with anyone,” she said perceptively.

“No,” I moaned as she attacked my poor neck. I’d go home tomorrow with a hundred, strategically placed hickies that no one besides myself was allowed to see.

I gasped as a long, hungry finger penetrated my wetness. An earthquake-strong shudder ran up and down my spine. I splayed myself, wanting her whole hand inside me. She attempted to cooperate.

“Wanna know something amazing?”

I was breathing very hard now. I had a hard time focusing on her eyes. “What?” I panted.

“I was faithful to you this time.”

I blinked at her. She laughed at my startled, disbelieving expression. She kissed me gently. The hand between my thighs became gentle, rather than demanding. She kissed me again.

“You didn’t think that possible of me, did you?” she whispered.

I didn’t know what to think. Blue was a sexual black hole; she attracted and then sucked in everyone around her. No one escaped her event horizon. She couldn’t be resisted, nor did she want to be resisted. It had haunted me all my life. Another reason I alternately loved and hated her.

Kissing my nose, she whispered. “I’m through with all that. A week after my last layover, I was in a bar in Cancun–”

“Cancun!” I exclaimed. She usually only did domestic flights.

“Yes, Cancun. Can I continue? I was sitting there in that bar, alternately eyeing some gorgeous blond with no boobs–” grinning, she looked down at my own small boobs “–and two or three guys whose cocks I wanted to suck. The next thing I know, I’m thinking about you leaning over me in bed with your long blond hair sweeping across my face.”

She ran her hand through my hair now. “I realized I didn’t want to be with anyone but you.”

Closing her eyes, she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me more lovingly than I’d ever been kissed in my life. When she raised her head some minutes later, it took time for the question she’d asked to penetrate the swirling mists of my thoughts.

“What?” I blurted out. “What did you just say?”

“I asked you to marry me, Guido.”

Dumbfounded, I just lay there with my mouth open and stared at her.

 

* * *

 

Our first time was when we were twelve years old. We had just gotten home from school and, as usual, Blue stayed with me because I hated being alone in the house. The year before, a man who was now in prison for breaking and entering and raping adolescent girls after school had surprised me in my bedroom.

“It’s not like he did anything to you,” Blue pointed out.

I unlocked the door, stepping inside to punch the code into the keypad beside the door jamb. “I wouldn’t call making me undress ‘nothing’, Blue.”

“So you were embarrassed. You get embarrassed every time you undress for gym. Big deal.”

Blushing, I closed the door and set the lock and the deadbolt. Blue didn’t really think nothing of my traumatic afternoon at the hands of my would-be rapist; she merely wanted to keep me from getting my head completely bent around it. She knew how terrified I’d been, and how helpless. Her feigned indifference helped me handle the anxiety.

Upstairs, we dropped our backpacks on the bed and shucked out of our coats. It was two days before Christmas, 1997. Blue’s family was flying out the following afternoon for her grandparent’s place in Minnesota, so this was our last chance to exchange presents. Blue’s gift was sitting on my nightstand: two CD’s of her favorite group. Mine, I assumed, was in her backpack.

Grabbing a brush off my dresser, I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and began to brush it. I hated my hair back in a ponytail. Blue liked it down, also.

“You have such great hair,” she said wistfully, sliding her fingers through the thin strands. Unexpectedly, she took the hairbrush from my hand, slid in behind me on the bed, and began methodically running the bristles straight down the middle of my back. For maybe the millionth time, I suppressed a shiver at the touch of her hands. I was in love with Blue, and the biggest fear of my life was that she would find out. She would laugh at me. Worse, she would stop being my friend.

And then, to my utter astonishment, she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Becca. There’s something I need to tell you. Please, please, tell me you feel the same way I do.”

My eyes flew open. I stopped breathing and maybe my heart even stopped beating. It certainly felt that way. It felt like the planet had stopped revolving.

I croaked out, “What?”

Blue kissed my neck. I jumped and gasped, twisting my head and half my upper body in order to see her. I know my eyes were big as dinner plates. My mouth was hanging open. I was terrified. In my wildest dreams, I had never imagined beautiful Blue, the prettiest girl in my class, the object of so many boy’s attention, the haunt of my waking hours, could feel anything toward me the way I felt toward her. It was impossible.

Sudden tears filled my eyes and I blurted out, “Stop it! How can you be so cruel? You call yourself my friend?”

I leapt from the bed, stumbled off balance, went down on my fingertips and crossed half the room on all fours before righting myself and dashing into the bathroom and slamming the door. I locked it with shaking hands and then leaned against it with my back, trembling head to foot, my palms against the smooth wooden surface, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Rebecca? God, I am so sorry. I thought you knew.”

“Knew what?” I wailed. This was insane. It could not be happening. I was being punished for my presumptiveness.

“How I felt about you. I’ve been hiding it all these years. I’ve been in love with you since the first grade. Since the very first day you sat down with me to have lunch.”

I could remember that day clearly: Blue in a red corduroy jumper and white leggings. The L.L. Bean tag was sticking up in the back. I had folded it in for her, and we had started to talk. I was wearing a button-down white shirt and a plaid skirt and white leggings and new pink and white tennies that Mom had bought me over the weekend. Blue’s footwear were black, patent-leather Mary Jane’s that she hated: she said they pinched her toes. We talked about boys and giggled a lot.

“You’re teasing me,” I moaned.

I could imagine her on the other side of the door, her cell phone out, broadcasting our conversation to an eager, giggling audience wrapped around another cell phone, the speakerphone reciting our every word.

“I am not. For God’s sakes, Rebecca, how can you be my BFF and not know how I feel about you? We’re closer than sisters. Closer than twin sisters.”

That was true. I’d told things to Blue I’d never tell to another living human being, things I’d barely admit to myself. She had gotten me through the horrific first minutes of my first period; if not for her I’d have bled all over myself. We’d slept together a hundred times during sleepovers, whispering and giggling all night, tickling and revealing our darkest secrets . . . all except one, in my case.

She was right. I knew Blue as surely as I knew myself. Though her teasing was merciless and often verged on cruel, she would not lie to me. Certainly not about something like this.

I opened the door. Her face was in tears. Her eyes pleaded for understanding. I saw in them a potential for heartbreak that I’d never have imagined Blue capable of. I sniffed, wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands, and smiled tremblingly.

“You really want me?”

Sighing in relief (and rolling her eyes at the stupidity of my question), Blue leaned through the six inches of open doorway and kissed me on the lips.

 

* * *

 

“Are you out of your mind?” I raised up on my elbows and stared at her in disbelief. “Your father is a Baptist minister. A Southern Baptist minister,” I reminded her, in case she had forgotten.

She giggled softly and nodded her head. “That’s not a fact I’m liable to forget anytime soon, Guido.”

I could not control my thoughts. They swirled like dishwater circling a drain, frothy and full of potatoes chunks and bits of meat. I blinked at her slowly.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want to get married,” she said. “I know you do.”

“Yes, but –” I protested.

She leaned forward and kissed me. “Our own house in the Hampshire’s, Tweedledee and Tweedledum making our lives miserable.” (Tweedledee and Tweedledum were our two imaginary children, one hers, one mine, supposedly fathered by the same hottie we’d pick up in a bar somewhere and have a threesome with.) “A mortgage payment to be late on, Direct TV to bitch about when it looses the signal, you in an apron and nothing else when I come home.”

Blue grinned cattily and winked. I had met her at the door before one time in only an apron. “The point is, we can have it for real, Guid.”

“Yeah,” I said caustically, “with me sitting home at night for weeks on end.”

This had been a major issue since graduation, her and her airline job. Her and her flightiness, though if she’d been celibate since our last reunion, maybe that part of her life was in check. So I could hope. I’d been with no one else in two years.

“I’ve been working on that,” she said, smiling slyly. “A job opened up in the Boston office. I applied, and it looks promising. I won’t know for a week, but I’m pretty sure I got it.”

She bit her lower lip, unsure for the first time. “I thought if maybe…” Her uncertainly deepened. “You do want to marry me, right?”

I leaned forward and kissed her. “Of course I want to marry you, silly.” I’d wanted to marry her since 6th grade. “I just can’t believe you want to marry me.”

She kissed me some more, and then slid down my stomach to snack between my legs. I have always loved being eaten by Blue. I dislike having my legs spread for anyone else’s pleasure, but was always grateful when, with a twinkle in her eyes, and a grin on her lips, Blue let me know that soon a tongue would be exploring my insides or tickling my clitoris. I love having my clitoris tickled, though it often makes me so frantic as to send me into uncontrollable writhing. I had a heart attack the first time I understood what it was she intended to do.

 

* * *

 

“No!” I had yelped, forcing my knees together in a panic. “You are not doing that to me!”

It was a month or so after we’d first admitted (in Blue’s case, declared) our desire for each other. We were naked in bed, enjoying our after school alone time. I had just been given another embarrassing hickey on my tiny left boob.

“What?” she asked innocently. She hovered over me on her elbows and knees, restrained by my hands and by my raised thighs from any farther southward retreat. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lower lip suggestively. Red as a fire truck already, my face became even hotter.

“I’m not ready for that!” I protested.

“Not ready for what?” she taunted, grin widening, eyes crinkling in the corners. My breath jammed in my throat. It was hard to think, much less force words past my paralyzed lips. My tongue felt as thick and useless as a balled up pair of socks.

When I didn’t answer, Blue eased herself farther down my body. Although my hands let go, I didn’t relax. Every nerve ending in my body jangled. Slowly, she pushed my legs down flat against the bed, and then slowly maneuvered them open.

“Blue…”

My hands, unsure what to do with themselves, floated twitchingly above my chest. I had spasms in the muscles of my thighs; they wanted to slam together protectively. Although neither of us were strangers to the other’s fingers, I had dreaded the moment when Blue would bring oral into our lives. This, despite nights lying awake fantasizing about our first sixty-nine together, a moment clearly on the horizon.

Grinning impishly, keeping her eyes on mine the entire time, Blue lowered her head and licked me gently, tentatively with her tongue. An earthquake nearly shook apart my body. Gasping, I felt very muscle in my body clench.

Encouraged, she used her tongue again, this time with more determination, extending and letting it flatten against my lips, parting them slightly with its pressure, dragging over the nub of my suddenly aching clitoris, probing it, teasing it rudely.

“Blue!” I gasped again. My pelvis twisted involuntarily, trying to scissor her out with my thighs, unsuccessfully. She had her fingertips on me now, spreading apart my lips.

“Do you like that, Becca?” she asked, licking me a third time.

I thought I would die when she put her lips into my wetness and kissed me. She went to work with single-minded thoroughness then, no longer making eye contact but absolutely intent on pleasuring both herself and me, using her lips and tongue in ways I had never even imagined. In the midst of my writhing and moaning and useless protestations, I realized she was doing something horrific to the inside of my left thigh.

“Blue, no!” I cried.

Aghast, I pushed up onto my elbows to find her giggling delightedly, eyes inspecting the darkening purple bruise she had just applied with her mouth. I was dumbfounded. What if my mother saw? It was right at my panty-line and couldn’t be missed.

“You bitch!” I howled. “How could you do that to me?”

This only made her giggle harder. Her giggling intensified as I attempted to kick her in the head with the heels of both feet. Bigger and stronger than me, however, outweighing me by twenty pounds, Blue subdued me with little effort. She was red-faced with laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“It’s only a hickey,” she choked out, laughing.

Pinioned obscenely as I was, I could do nothing but bare my teeth and glare at her.

Laughing, she kissed me apologetically on my wetness and said, “It’s directly in the middle of your thigh. It’ll be blocked by your other thigh. No one’s going to see it. It’s not like you walk around in your panties anyway,” she added teasingly.

“Sometimes, I do,” I countered obstinately.

It was only me and Mom and Dad. I had no brothers or sisters to hide from, and lately, Dad had been away more than he was at home. At night, and in the morning before school, I often wandered around the upstairs in just my bra and panties. I’d have to wear a robe now, or my nightshirt or something. Mom would go ballistic if she saw. Dad would blister my bare behind.

“Don’t you dare give me another one,” I threatened.

She laughed and kissed the hickey lovingly. Despite my anger, I had to admit it aroused me being branded. I had never had a hickey before, and being given one so close to my wetness was incredibly erotic. For the next few days, thinking about it would make me shiver uncontrollably.

Blue spent ten minutes between my legs, pleasuring me languidly, and then crawled up my body with a big, teasing grin on her face. I knew she intended to have me taste myself, and, though it grossed me out a bit, the thought of it also sent shivers down my spine and made me erupt all over with goose flesh.

Breathless, and involuntarily squirming away from her as she came closer, I nonetheless allowed her to put her lips on mine and kiss me.

“Mmmmm,” Blue moaned.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned back. The taste was as musky as I’d heard it would be.

“I can’t wait to sixty-nine with you,” she whispered throatily. Were she a cat, she’d have been purring. She kissed me again and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I sucked it greedily. “Your turn,” she prodded.

Our first sixty-nine was every bit as erotic and joyous as I’d imagined. Blue’s taste was identical to mine, although infinitely more potent coming from its place of origin.

I cautiously explored her with my tongue, sucked her clitoris, buried my face in her sweet wetness, and invaded her insides gleefully. Unlike myself, she was baby-smooth and baby-clean. She told me later that she had begun to shave herself daily in anticipation of us performing sixty-nine together, or of having me “chow down” on her, as she sluttily enjoyed calling it. With my wispy blond hair, I hadn’t thought about doing that to myself. Blue, to her utter delight, was the first ever to shave me.

 

* * *

 

Back in the present, Blue raised her head and obscenely licked her lips. “You are the best dinner I’ve had in three months, Guid.” She winked at me, only adding to my embarrassment.

I had forgotten just how wonderful it was, having that tongue inside me. I watched my chest heave and fall, my nipples hard as granite pebbles. Uncontrollable orgasm stalked the bed like a circling animal. I could almost see its glowing yellow eyes and serrated teeth. Was that panting I heard from the animal, or was it myself?

Blue kissed me, right in the middle of my wetness. “Marry me, Guido,” she said.

I fought to control my breathing. “Only if you get down on your knee and propose to me.” It was the only thing my frantic mind could push past my teeth.

“Easily arranged.”

Rising up and taking me by the hand, she backed off the bed and drew me off with her. Instead of assuming the traditional positions, however, Blue urged me to my knees and took to her own knees before me. She held my hands in each of hers. To my astonishment, there was a black, velvet-covered box in her right hand. Where it had come from, I couldn’t guess.

“Rebecca Windom?”

“Yes?” I said fearfully. I could feel the rush of heat right up to my hair roots. This wasn’t really happening.

“Will you marry me and be my wife?” she asked.

I gulped, or tried to. The sound was like a cracking two-by-four. There was nothing in my head but thickly-stuffed cotton. Breathing through my mouth, I was close to hyperventilating.

“Are you serious?” I croaked.

She nodded solemnly.

“My mother will have a cow. So will my dad. So will yours.”

“My father’s been having cows all his life,” she said, smiling wryly. “He’s used to it.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “But — a daughter-in-law? To his daughter?”

Her grin was no less wry. “I think he’s suspected for some time. More likely he’s wondering why it took so long for me to ask.”

“Blue,” I complained. “Be serious.”

She squeezed our two hands around the black jeweler’s box. “How much more serious can I be?”

I stared numbly at the box. “You really bought me a ring?”

“Would you like to see it? Or will that send you right over the edge?”

I gulped again, loudly. I nodded.

Releasing my hands, Blue positioned the box between us, the fingers of her left hand holding the base, those of her right hand delicately gripping the lid, and, as I watched breathlessly, she levered it open to reveal a huge diamond in a beautiful white gold setting. Tears instantly overran my eyes and poured down my cheeks.

“Oh, Blue!” I gasped, blinking madly to clear my vision. “It’s so beautiful!”

I reached out with trembling fingers and placed them atop hers. We held the box together. The stone glittered softly in the dim light. I couldn’t stop sobbing.

Holding out my left hand with the fingers spread apart, I watched as she removed the ring from the velvet bed and placed it upon my finger. I shuddered as it slid on.

“Will you marry me, Rebecca?” she asked again.

I threw my arms around her neck and bawled like a newborn baby.

 

* * *

 

That was three years ago. We now live in a little town in northwest Massachusetts. Blue kept her job with the airline only as long as it took us to arrange the marriage, find a place to live outside Boston, find employment for me as an accountant with a solar energy company, and settle in to a semi-regular routine. Then she resigned, and with Blue hauling in twice my salary as a cost consultant to the airline, we spent the next two and a half years putting together the down payment on a bed and breakfast. We moved here four months ago, and I am currently two months pregnant.

“The Hampshire’s have it way over Philadelphia,” I said wistfully.

I sat next to Blue on the front porch of our bed and breakfast, enjoying the warm spring evening. Kicking us gently back and forth on the glider with her right foot, Blue held my hand in her lap.

“You happy with your birthday present?” she wanted to know.

I squeezed her hand. My birthday present was an airline ticket to Hawaii and reservations at the Hyatt Regency Maui. We’d fly out tomorrow morning and spend a full week on the beach. The previous owners had graciously agreed to come out of retirement for a week and run the place. Birthdays couldn’t get any better. Every time I thought of it, I cried.

“Of course I’m happy with my birthday present,” I sighed. “Look who it came from.”

To our left, to the west, the final sliver of sun slowly sank below the roofline of the bank building on the corner, continuing to light the windows in the upper stories of the buildings to the east of us with its swollen redness. It would be dark in a matter of minutes; already, I could see Venus twinkling in the twilight. Absently, I rubbed my slightly swollen tummy through the fabric of my windbreaker.

I like being the wife. It suits me, being the wife, being pregnant. Blue is the perfect husband. It left me slightly guilt-ridden that she chose to deprive herself of the experience of motherhood, to raise our children in a semi-conventional household, with a mother and a father-figure, but that’s what Blue wants and as long as she is okay with “fathering” our children and letting me carry and gave birth to the little monsters, then I can live with that. She even did a fairly good job of poking me with her strap-on and driving me crazy the night of our “conception.”

I hope for a girl. Blue wants a boy. I think she means to tease him about his penis when he gets older. We choose not to discuss it until such time as a sonogram reveals the sex. My secret desire is to have one of each. Twins run in the family. Did I forget to mention my due date is Christmas Day? Merry Christmas.

 THE END

By Karyn O

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2010 }

When my daughter turned 13 last week, it brought back a lot of memories of what happened when I was 13. Even though that was twenty years ago, I remember what I saw and felt as if it had just happened.

One Friday night, I went to bed early with a headache. I woke up around 11:00 because I needed to use the bathroom, and what I saw changed me forever.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom and saw my mother and my aunt, my mom’s sister, on the couch in the living room. My dad and uncle often went out drinking on Friday night and usually my aunt would come over to our house.

I couldn’t believe it. My mom and my aunt were kissing each other. I probably should have gone back to my room, but something about them making out made me want to watch. My mom moved her hand to my aunt’s chest and started feeling her breasts.

I started to get that feeling in my pussy that I got when I thought about some of the boys in my class while rubbing myself. I had heard about girls fooling around together but never really thought about it much, but now I was wondering what it would be like to be kissed by a girl — and not only that, but what would it be like to have Mom kissing me. I know my Aunt Lydia seemed to be enjoying it.

Mom opened the buttons on Lydia’s shirt and soon I could see her bare boobs since she wasn’t wearing a bra. I watched as Mom started kissing her boobs and then licking and sucking on her nipples. I saw Lydia reach down and pull down her shorts and panties and then take them off. Mom moved her hand between Lydia’s legs and started to feel her pussy.

At this point, I put my hand inside my pajamas and I have to admit I was thinking what it would be like if that was my mother’s hand touching me. Mom was alternating between sticking her finger in Lydia’s pussy and rubbing her clit. After doing that a while, Mom started getting up and I almost ran back to my room thinking she might see me, but she got down on the floor and knelt between my aunt’s legs.

I could only see the back of Mom’s head, but I knew what she was doing. For the first time ever, I was seeing a pussy being licked — and it was my mom and my aunt! Soon Lydia started lifting her hips, then moaned loudly a few times and I could tell she came.

Mom then got up and took off her clothes and sat on the couch. I had seen my mother naked many times, but this was the first time I ever looked at her and had sexual thoughts. She was leaning back with her legs spread and touching her pussy.

I stopped rubbing myself because I really had to pee, but I didn’t want to stop watching. Besides, they would probably hear me going into the bathroom and I didn’t want that.

Lydia then got on the floor and started licking Mom’s pussy. My urge to pee was really strong but I stood there until I saw my mom coming. After she was finished, I quietly walked over to the bathroom and went. Without even thinking, I flushed the toilet when I was finished, and of course they heard that. When I came out of the bathroom, my mother yelled ‘Hi’ to me. When I looked out into the living room, my mom and aunt were both dressed and sitting a few feet apart on the couch.

After saying goodnight, I went back to my room and thought about what I had seen. Soon I pulled down my pj’s and was thinking about my mom licking me while I rubbed myself. I knew I shouldn’t have been thinking that, but I was really wondering if she would ever do something with me. I thought about the incest aspect of it, but since she was already having sex with her sister, I decided that must not bother her. I came that night fantasizing about my mom playing with me.

The next weekend I had a volleyball tournament a few hours away from home, so Mom and I were staying in a motel on Friday and Saturday night. We usually shared a king-size bed on trips like that, and all week long I couldn’t help but think about sleeping beside my mom. We had done that many times before, but this time was different.

Like other times, we changed in front of each other when getting ready for bed. I tried not to be obvious, but I kept sneaking peeks as Mom took off all of her clothes and put her nightshirt on. I changed into my usual pj’s and we got into bed. When Mom kissed me goodnight, I immediately thought about her kissing Aunt Lydia.

I tried to fall asleep, but between replaying the images of the previous Friday night in my mind and lying next to my mother, I couldn’t. Mom seemed to be sleeping, so I slipped my hand inside my pajama bottoms. At first I was just touching a little, but the more I thought about my mom and Lydia the more I rubbed. I was just starting to get into a good rhythm when I felt Mom roll onto her back. I lay still, hoping I wouldn’t wake her, and then I heard my mom say, “You don’t have to stop.”

Even though she’d said that, I lay there like I was asleep. Mom then told me it was okay, that what I was doing was perfectly normal. I was still really excited, since I was close to coming before, but was a little scared to do it next to my mom.

She reached over to me and touched my arm. She then moved her hand down my arm and hit my pj’s since my hand was still inside them. Just having her touch me like that got to me, but when she put her hand on top of mine, I thought I would come right there. She pressed her hand into mine which was on my pussy and I eventually started rubbing myself.

Mom kept her hand on my arm while I was rubbing, and then I felt her move her legs. I can’t even describe how exciting it was lying there beside my mother knowing she was masturbating just like I was. Soon I heard Mom starting to breathe heavily, and when she left out a moan I started coming too.

After we were both done, Mom said goodnight and turned over to fall asleep. I lay there thinking about how exciting it was masturbating beside my mom and wondering if it would happen again.

I didn’t have to wonder too long about that. The next night we got undressed and got into bed. Mom gave me a kiss and said goodnight, but unlike other times she remained lying on her back. About a minute or so later, I felt her move her legs and one of them touched mine.

Mom then asked if I was going to join her. I said I didn’t know, and she said I could if I wanted to. Of course I wanted to, and so I put my hand inside my pj’s and started feeling myself. I was rubbing my pussy when I felt Mom’s hand touch my hip. She gave my pj bottoms a little tug and said I would probably be more comfortable with them off.

I usually masturbated with my pj’s on since there was plenty of room, but being caught up in the feeling, I stopped rubbing for a second and took them off. After I lay back down, I started rubbing myself thinking about my mom and I lying beside each other, rubbing ourselves with only our tops on.

Mom then told me this was how she and Lydia started. I just lay there without saying anything, and then Mom asked if I had told anybody about what I’d seen. I told her no, and she said it should be our secret, just like what we were doing now. I agreed, and then we went back to masturbating.

Our bare legs were rubbing against each other which added to my excitement, but when I felt my mother’s hand touch my leg, I jerked and almost screamed. She must have sensed my surprise, because she asked if I wanted her to rub my leg, and of course I said yes.

Between me rubbing my clit and Mom rubbing my thigh, I was very close to coming. What pushed me over the edge was when Mom moved her hand to my inner thigh and I knew her fingers were only inches from my pussy.

After I came, I lay there while Mom started rubbing herself again. She’d been doing it for about a minute or so when she asked if I could rub her leg. I turned on my side and used my left hand to massage her thigh. After only a few moments, Mom put her free hand on mine and pushed it to her inner thigh, near her crotch.

I was kneading her there and I could tell Mom was getting pretty close when she reached down and moved my hand again. I couldn’t believe it — she put my hand right on her pussy. I could actually feel her wetness. I just kept my hand there, but then Mom said I should move my fingers. I didn’t put a finger in her hole but I was touching around it when she came.

We never talked about what happened that night or the night before, and nothing else happened for the next few weeks, although I sure thought about it a lot. Everything just seemed normal between Mom and me, except maybe we were even closer.

A month later, I had another out of town tourney and we were sleeping in the same bed as usual. We were getting changed, and as I was putting on my pj bottoms, Mom said I didn’t have to put them on if I didn’t want to. I knew then that what I had been thinking about was going to happen again.

We got into bed wearing just our tops and both lay on our backs. After a minute or so, Mom turned on her side and then she put her hand on my hip. She started feeling my stomach and my leg and I just lay still. She asked me if it felt good, and when I told her it did, she asked if she should keep going. I said yes, if she wanted to.

She kept rubbing my stomach and thigh, getting closer to my pussy each time. When she finally touched it, I thought I was going to come, and then she began to rub my clit. I was just starting to come when she leaned over and started kissing my neck. I moaned so loudly when I came that the people in the next room might have heard me.

When I was done, my mother lay on her back and started rubbing herself. After I calmed down, she asked if I would rub her leg like last time, so I turned over and started massaging her inner thigh, but Mom took my hand and put it on her pussy like before.

While she was rubbing her clit, I felt around her hole. She whispered that I should put a finger in, and almost as soon as I did she had her orgasm.

I remember that the next day I could hardly concentrate on the games because I was thinking about what Mom and I had done the night before and what we might do that night. I was hoping she would touch me again like she had, and maybe even do more.

We got into the room about 8:00, and Mom said we should probably just change for bed and watch TV. Like the night before, I didn’t bother with the bottoms and just wore my pj top. There was nothing good on TV, so Mom said we should might as well just get to sleep, and she turned off the TV.

I was hoping she really didn’t mean sleep, and when I felt her turn on her side to face me, I knew she didn’t. Mom put her hand on my stomach again and started rubbing. I was expecting her to move down to my pussy, but instead she put her hand up under my top. My boobs were small then, but my nipples were very sensitive and became hard almost as soon as she touched them.

While she was feeling my breasts, Mom leaned over and started kissing my neck like the previous night, only this time she went right up my neck to my lips. I had tongue-kissed a boy at a party one time, but it felt nothing like when my mother put her tongue in my mouth. Her kisses were so soft and exciting.

While we were kissing, Mom opened the buttons on my pj top. Soon she put her hand down between my legs and started rubbing me. She went back to kissing my neck and then went down my chest. I was lying there in heaven, my mom was kissing and sucking my boobs while she played with my pussy.

I could feel my orgasm approaching, but then Mom stopped rubbing me. When I told her not to stop, she didn’t say anything but started kissing down my stomach, going lower. The anticipation of what she was about to do to me was overwhelming, and it seemed like it took forever, but when her mouth touched my pussy it was worth the wait.

She didn’t have to lick me long, and soon I was coming from her tongue. After I was done, Mom took off her sleep shirt and lay back down beside me. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted to with to her what she had done with me.

I started kissing her mouth and playing with her boobs. I then reached my hand down to her pussy as I slid down to suck on her nipples. They were much larger than mine and felt like big pencil erasers in my mouth.

I was nervous about taking the next step, and I think Mom may have sensed that. She said I didn’t have to do anything else if I didn’t want to, but I told her I did. I kissed my way down until my mouth was on my mother’s pussy.

At first I just kissed and licked a little, but then Mom told me what I should do. I took her clit between my lips and started licking it real fast. She put her hands on the back of my head and soon she was coming.

Over the next year or so, I got pretty good at licking Mom. Just about every time we had to go out of town, we ended up fooling around. Once in a while when Dad was away, my mom and I would sleep together in her bed. She always initiated our activity, usually by saying she needed some relaxation time.

My mother and I regularly had relaxation time whenever we could, but sadly we lost Mom in a car accident when I was 16. I think about her often and am thankful for the things she taught me about life and also about love. Hopefully I will be able to pass at least some of that along to my own daughter.

The End